Classical High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like ‘‘when you're older’’ must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can’t return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to cartwheels through the town And they tell him, ‘Take your time, it won't be long now ‘Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down.”’ And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can’t return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is true And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can’t return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game — Joni Mitchell

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All my life’s a circle, An ever-spinning wheel. All my life revolves upon ‘A carousel unreal. People, places, what I see Blur before my eyes. All my life’s a circle; I couldn’t tell you why. All my life’s a circle, A song from then to now. The lyrics change; confusion reigns. The question is, ‘But how?” All my life’s a circle. I'll always wonder why All my life’s a circle, From birth until I die. — Jeanne Magliola

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