A MERRY-GO-ROUND , THE MOTION, THE MUSIC, THE MEMORIES. TO BE ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND JUST ONE MORE TIME, ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER THAN I AND I WAS YOUNGER THAN YOU, DAUGHTER, WIFE AND LOVERS ONE AND ALL LONG GONE, WHILE YOU REMAIN, SPINNING WITH ME FOR ONE MORE DAY AT A TIME. AROUND AND AROUND, FOREVER GOING, SPINNING, YET NEVER QUITE ARRIVING AT WHEREVER WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FOR MORE CARNIVAL AND LIFETIME FUN. THE MUSIC PLAYS AGAIN AND AGAIN, HOLLOW SOUNDS IN HOLLOW HORSES HEADING RIGHT AND AROUND AND ROUND. WHY MUST THIS MERRY GO ROUND EVER STOP? WHO SAID IT WOULD OR IS IT ONLY RUMOR? THE MUSIC THRILLS MY SOUL, AND YOURS? DO YOU LIKE CALIOPE MUSIC OF THIS SORT? OR IS IT TOO CARNIVAL, TOO MUCH FUN FOR YOUR MIND? WHO IS THAT GHASTLY AND GHOSTLY FIGURE WITH THE CHISEL? THE NOISE FROM THE CONSTANT BANGING, CHIPS OF GRANITE AND MARBLE FLYING, A RINGING HOLLOW SOUND, A KIND OF FINAL MELODY, NO HYMN OR DIRGE, A CIRCUS MARCH OR MILITARY PARADE MUSIC. WE ARE MOVING UP AND DOWN LIKE WE DID WHEN WE WERE HERE BEFORE. WHERE ARE WE NOW IF WE AREN'T HERE? KEEP CHISLING IF HE MUST BUT BIRTHDATES ONLY, LEAVE THE OTHERS BLANK.
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