The carousel stands silent in the gloom,
Where wooden horses used to turn and stride;
The midnight shadows deep within the room,
Now guard the phantoms of a forgotten ride.
Where wooden horses used to turn and stride;
The midnight shadows deep within the room,
Now guard the phantoms of a forgotten ride.
Yet through the dark, a glowing dancer springs,
Like some bright spirit from a vanished year;
She fills the silence with her shining wings,
And brings a moment of nostalgic cheer.
Like some bright spirit from a vanished year;
She fills the silence with her shining wings,
And brings a moment of nostalgic cheer.
The gears are still, the painted music dies,
And youth has wandered from the park away;
But in the brilliant light of memory's eyes,
The fairground dances till the break of day.
And youth has wandered from the park away;
But in the brilliant light of memory's eyes,
The fairground dances till the break of day.
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