The spires rise from days of long ago,
Where faded laughter echoes through the night;
The ancient towers catch a ghostly glow,
Reflected in a ring of spinning light.
Where faded laughter echoes through the night;
The ancient towers catch a ghostly glow,
Reflected in a ring of spinning light.
A masked performer stands upon the shore,
A silent phantom from a passing age;
To guard the joy that reigns here evermore,
Upon this dark and monochromatic stage.
A silent phantom from a passing age;
To guard the joy that reigns here evermore,
Upon this dark and monochromatic stage.
The crowds of old have vanished in the shade,
Yet through the gloom, the timeless memories gleam;
Though years roll on and painted colors fade,
The silver hoop still spins a classic dream.
Yet through the gloom, the timeless memories gleam;
Though years roll on and painted colors fade,
The silver hoop still spins a classic dream.
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