When you reach the end of a circle
You become as you began
It's there the baby in the cradle
Becomes one with the dying man
Each life move is quicksilver
A stream that has no bed
You meet the riddle with no answer
A hunger it must be fed
Before you reach the end of the circle
Gather roses if you can
Join hands a chain of circles
Join the brotherhood of man
Each life move is quicksilver
A stream that has no bed
You meet the riddle with no answer
A hunger it must be fed
When you reach the end of a circle
You become as you began
It's there the baby in the cradle
Becomes one with the dying man
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