Spin, spin,
The cadence of your song — I’m lost within,
Spin, spin,
Inside the currents of your mood I spin.
Your melancholy is a winding maze;
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I turn and turn through all its ways,
And end up at the starting point again.
Spin, spin,
I climb a thousand mountains all in vain,
Before my eyes the same skylines remain.
I ride past countless stations on a train,
And step off, just to transfer once again.
Spin, spin,
Inside your deep bewilderment I spin.
