Yesterday a child came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
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
The Strawberry Statement - although it paints a very difference picture of the conflict from the current trauma.
Meanwhile 70-year-old B52s circle the middle-east on so-called presence patrols.
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