All around the circle
The children run around
Their faces turning purple
They jump, and leap, and bound
Slowly running out of air
The children gasp and cry
I have caught them in my snare
And now they finally die
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
All around the circle
The children run around
Their faces turning purple
They jump, and leap, and bound
Slowly running out of air
The children gasp and cry
I have caught them in my snare
And now they finally die
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