See the sunrise followed by a sunset, risky trivialities stalked by regret,
Linear line-dancing you’ll always forget, repeating repetition,
Spoke the tired mother’s son “I sold my soul; so I thought I’d won,
The Lantern’s lit now it’s begun,” repeating repetition,

So the wheel goes round, round and round again,
The wheel goes round; it spins until the end,
We witness through all time, trip your life over the rhyme,
Our wheels go round,

Art dealers watch the theatre of fools, laughing at reflections,
their clothes are ridiculed,
The son becomes a father and he follows the mule, repeating indecision,
Tracing eternity, a circle in the air, the triangle breaks the cycle of despair,
Equal opportunities riding at the fair, supporting repetition

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