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Ferris Wheel

We are all dreamers playing the street
Lights are shining down but we're looking at our feet
Rolling balls of snow like they will never melt
Counting scars of sorrow in the cards we've been dealt
Inside a wheel of heaven and fire
We're blinded by the reaper, a jester to his sire

Copyright 2005 by Mr. Mike (coolcatmikey@yahoo.com)