
And this month... I probably come 3 times.......

Lyrics: And the seasons they go round and round.

Lyrics: And the painted ponies go up and down.

Lyrics: We're captive on the carousel of time.

Lyrics:...we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round in the circle game.

For carousel, I'll go with Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
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