Didn't anybody see his hand move faster

Than the lightning in his eyes

Oh! what a cold surprise the flying horses cried

And didn't anybody want to ask the calliope

To call the tune

The flying horses crooned but did not know

The medicine man sits on the stage

Eats fire and water, earth and air while we all stare

The silver blade burns bright

And tells us to beware

Of mirrored passages that throw a thousand images

Of younger days

The wheel spins slower as it calls us back to play



Round and round now we go

Shout your name to the wind

As it spins by your side

Coloured lights echo as the sound slips on by

Could that have been me?




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