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Whispering water

did we miss it all?

Feverish sunlight

tell me the truth:

are we foolin' ourselves, now?

All of our lives spent searchin' for

something ready to happen

but do we search in vain?

Moon in the dark night

can you answer me?

Shivering north wind

show me the way

the way of breakin' the spell,now

Just like a Big Old Roundabout

full of beautiful horses

put there of rust in vain...

Maybe we're living by mistake,

nothing's ready to happen;

Maybe the Big Old Roundabout

is the Dream of a Madman,

but we will search the same...