Round and round; the circle spins,
An eternal pattern; revolving your life,
Now and ever; tumbling towards familiar,
De ja vu; wheres the clue?
Iye see you spin around the argument,
Again and again; you perpetually seek,
And without reason; you continue to speak,
In the middle is the answer to the riddle.
The minds a magical place,
A cluster of wisdom, wish's; to trace.
A million mages can't answer your questions,
Though perhaps the minds a tower of power,
So when you gaze towards the moon,
And see the stars shining bloom,
Then notice the way the water flows,
Like A fountain of luck, around it knows.
Again and again; you perpetually seek,
And without reason; you continue to speak,
In the middle is the answer to the riddle.
The minds a magical place,
A cluster of wisdom, wish's; to trace.
A million mages can't answer your questions,
Though perhaps the minds a tower of power,
So when you gaze towards the moon,
And see the stars shining bloom,
Then notice the way the water flows,
Like A fountain of luck, around it knows.
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