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A place full of joy
With pure beaming smiles around
Like bright shining lights
I see distortions
Of what I once used to be
Memories of me
Oh, pink clouds so sweet!
All of you were blown away
By the winds of time
I go round and round
On a spinning carousel
And my life goes on
Literary: A Carnival's Lifetime
A place full of joy
With pure beaming smiles around
Like bright shining lights
I see distortions
Of what I once used to be
Memories of me
Oh, pink clouds so sweet!
All of you were blown away
By the winds of time
I go round and round
On a spinning carousel
And my life goes on
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