Tác giả : Barclay James Harvest, The
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Didn't anybody see his hand move faster 
Than the lightning in his eyes 
Oh! what a cold surprise the flying horses cried 
And didn't anybody want to ask the calliope 
To call the tune 
The flying horses crooned but did not know 
The medicine man sits on the stage 
Eats fire and water, earth and air while we all stare 
The silver blade burns bright 
And tells us to beware 
Of mirrored passages that throw a thousand images 
Of younger days 
The wheel spins slower as it calls us back to play 
 
Round and round now we go 
Shout your name to the wind 
As it spins by your side 
Coloured lights echo as the sound slips on by 
Could that have been me?