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The Merry-Go-Round is stopping - I can hear the music fade. I can't believe it's ending, that the last tune has been played. My horse is still in prance formation - she wants to go again. How do I say the ride is over and all good things must end. How do I slack the tightly held rein How do I slip from astride How do I ease the stabbing of pains That tell me this was my last ride. The carnival is closing - I can see them start to pack. I don't want it to leave us - it may never again come back. I haven't ridden all the rides yet - I haven't played the games. How do I turn and go forever, forgetting all their names. How do I put the coins away That I had planned to spend How save for them for a rainy day And still have some to lend. The festival is over - all the revelers are gone. The only sign they've been here are the footprints on the lawn. I have not finished celebrating - I want to laugh some more How do I know the dance has ended - it never was before. How do I turn and head for home This was my home, you see How can I feel that if I roam I'll find a place for me. ***
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
FADING LOVE
The Merry-Go-Round is stopping - I can hear the music fade. I can't believe it's ending, that the last tune has been played. My horse is still in prance formation - she wants to go again. How do I say the ride is over and all good things must end. How do I slack the tightly held rein How do I slip from astride How do I ease the stabbing of pains That tell me this was my last ride. The carnival is closing - I can see them start to pack. I don't want it to leave us - it may never again come back. I haven't ridden all the rides yet - I haven't played the games. How do I turn and go forever, forgetting all their names. How do I put the coins away That I had planned to spend How save for them for a rainy day And still have some to lend. The festival is over - all the revelers are gone. The only sign they've been here are the footprints on the lawn. I have not finished celebrating - I want to laugh some more How do I know the dance has ended - it never was before. How do I turn and head for home This was my home, you see How can I feel that if I roam I'll find a place for me. ***
#love#lostlove#carnival#carousel
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
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