Up and down, a merry-go-round,
Twisting so tight her hands are white,
Upon silver stars she has found,
Up and down, a merry-go-round,
All that she says creates no sound,
Gripping his golden mane in flight,
Up and down, a merry-go-round,
Twisting so tight her hands are white. |
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