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East India Youth
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We heard the sound
Creaking loud
A crooked frame
Circling us
We strangely [?]
Just how it turned 'round
Carousel, carousel
Spin me around
Carousel, carousel
Holds me down
Though nothing was
To begin us
The strains were just
Carrying us
Until they went
And unraveled us
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Carousel, carousel
Spin me around
Carousel, carousel
Holding me down
Holding me down