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When you're rife with devastation

 There's a simple explanation:

 You're a toymaker's creation

 Trapped inside a crystal ball

 And whichever way he tilts it

 Know that we must be resilient

 We won't let them break our spirits

 As we sing this silly song

When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city

 So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you

wanna fit in"

So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals

Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the

 words to this song

When you've bungled all your bangles

 And your loved ones have been mangled

 Listen to the jingle jangle

 Of my gypsy tambourine

 'Cause these chords are hypnotizing

 And the whole world's harmonizing

 So please children stop your crying

 And just sing along with me