We are placed on horses, red, blue and green
The merriment is all there, lustre and sheen.
Round it goes; one, two, three and four
Blazing past as we move; faces, places and more.
We laugh, we cry, we want it to last for eternity
But with each passing round, we approach the reality.
It ends slowly, taking us back to where we belong
Time ticks, we never crave to hear the final gong.
And, we get down. The carousel of life
Concocts love, discord, merriment and strife.
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