paroles de chanson The Circle Game - Zee Avi
                                                Yesterday 
                                                    a 
                                                child 
                                                came 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                wonder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Caught 
                                                    a 
                                                dragonfly 
                                                inside 
                                                    a 
                                                jar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fearful 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                was 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                thunder
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tearful 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                falling 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                star
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                the 
                                                child 
                                                moved 
                                                ten 
                                                times 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                seasons
 
                                    
                                
                                                Skated 
                                                over 
                                                ten 
                                                clear 
                                                frozen 
                                                streams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Words 
                                                like, 
                                                when 
                                                you′re 
                                                older, 
                                                must 
                                                appease 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                promises 
                                                of 
                                                someday 
                                                make 
                                                his 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                seasons 
                                                they 
                                                go 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                painted 
                                                ponies 
                                                go 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                captive 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                carousel 
                                                of 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can′t 
                                                return 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                only 
                                                look 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                came
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                go 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                circle 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sixteen 
                                                springs 
                                                and 
                                                sixteen 
                                                summers 
                                                gone 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cartwheels 
                                                turn 
                                                to 
                                                car 
                                                wheels 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                tell 
                                                him,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                your 
                                                time, 
                                                it 
                                                won't 
                                                be 
                                                long 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                you 
                                                drag 
                                                your 
                                                feet 
                                                to 
                                                slow 
                                                the 
                                                circles 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                seasons 
                                                they 
                                                go 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                painted 
                                                ponies 
                                                go 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                captive 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                carousel 
                                                of 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can′t 
                                                return 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                only 
                                                look 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                came
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                go 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                circle 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                spin 
                                                by 
                                                and 
                                                now 
                                                the 
                                                boy 
                                                is 
                                                twenty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                his 
                                                dreams 
                                                have 
                                                lost 
                                                some 
                                                grandeur 
                                                coming 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                There′ll 
                                                be 
                                                new 
                                                dreams, 
                                                maybe 
                                                better 
                                                dreams 
                                                and 
                                                plenty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                revolving 
                                                year 
                                                is 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                seasons 
                                                they 
                                                go 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                painted 
                                                ponies 
                                                go 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                captive 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                carousel 
                                                of 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can′t 
                                                return, 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                only 
                                                look 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                came
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                go 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                circle 
                                                game
 
                                    
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