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Rolling Rolling

Once we spun in circles, we all went round and round, We put our arms like blades of steel and lifted off the ground; It flew us to a new place, one the seemed as sound As all things that would spin and rise and go to where we’re bound… Once we took our circles and rolled to where we could, Moved like wheels and tires and went to where we would; It wasn’t just compulsion to go just where we should, It was free choice and gave a voice to all we felt as good… Once we rolled and spun and flew to places in the air, Places that were way up high and seemed a place that where We would have the very circles it took for us to care, And as we rolled and broke the mold we found what we could dare