By Fox
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Warmth fills your insides,
As you go on carousel rides.
Spinning, jumping, jolting and tripping.
The cold dew on the can dripping,
Down your shaking hand.
You can't stand straight here on land.
The world spins and twists before your eyes.
Your head feel light and is covered in dyes.
