Round and round, no circle
Like every year is an angle
Sea to sky, low to high
Like bye-bye
Paula, Paula, take us back
It's been so long on the track
Your face, your mother's grace
We miss that place
Round and round, no circle
Like every year is an angle
Sea to sky, low to high
Like bye-bye
Bring the wine, we'll bring the beer
And gather 'round while we're near
We'll have a dance, a peaceful flow
When we must go
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