Paris (the Carousel)

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© billybluej
The carousel goes round and round.<br/>It goes up and down.<br/>It goes up and down. <br/>Children ride on white ponies.<br/>They go up and down.<br/>Airplanes could carry them higher<br/>but they stay close to the ground.<br/>Refugees gather on the border.<br/>The lines are long.<br/>The children freeze in the camps.<br/>They say their prayers by kerosene lamps.<br/>The carousel goes round and round.<br/>It goes up and down.<br/>It goes up and down. <br/>Out in the desert, rockets flare.<br/>They go up and they go down.<br/>The go round and round.<br/>They go up and down.<br/>Along the canal, blue lights flash.<br/>The carousel goes round and round<br/>where children once rode white ponies<br/>and stayed close to the ground.<br/>The carousel goes round and round<br/>where children once rode white ponies<br/>and stayed close to the ground.<br/>