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| I see the bright lights go round and round, |
| And the painted horses go up and down. |
| The mall is filled with people from town. |
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| Kids change to a smile from a frown |
| When they ride the golden merry-go-round. |
| Memories of my childhood are found, |
| When I listen is the music so loud. It stops. |
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| Reality finds me again, when my son’s |
| Feet land touching the ground, safe and sound. |
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