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| Yesterday a | child came out to | wonder |
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| Caught a dragon | fly inside a | jar |
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| Fearful when the | sky was full of | thunder |
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| And t | earful at the f | alling | of a | star |
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| Then the child moved | ten times 'round the | seasons |
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| Skated over | ten clear frozen | streams |
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| Words like, when you're o | lder, must ap | pease him |
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| And | promises of | someday | make his | dreams |
| CHORUS: |
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| And the seasons, they go ' | round and ' | round |
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| And the painted ponies go | up and | down |
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| We're c | aptured on a carousel of | time |
| D | F#m | D | |
| We can't return, we can only look | behind from where we | came |
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| And go ' | round and 'round and ' | round in the | circle | game |
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| Sixteen springs and | sixteen summers gon | e now |
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| Cartwheels turn to c | ar wheels through the | town |
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| And they tell him, take your | time it won't be | long now |
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| 'Till you | drag your feet to | slow the | circles | down |
| PLAY CHORUS |
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| So the years spin by a | nd now the boy | is twenty |
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| Though his dreams have lost some g | randeur coming | true |
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| There'll be new dreams, maybe | better dreams and | plenty |
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| Befo | re the last re | volving | year is | through |
| PLAY CHORUS |
| PLAY LAST LINE OF CHORUS AGAIN |