No different from any other year
The carousel goes around and around
And miles away you can hear its sound
But, one thing is different, you're not here
The smell of kettle corn and funnel cakes
The carney voices vying for a buck
Calling out to all fools to test their luck
But, the blues within I just can't mistake
A year ago we rode the ferris wheel
Sat in a shelter in the humid air
Catching one another's eyes in a stare
Talking of a future and what we'd feel
Another familiar place I saw you
And, yet another night of feeling blue
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