A third-person narrative tells of the loss of our protagonists' love.
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The tall, majestic Ferris wheel
Sways gently in the breeze
Where the mandrake root grows
Beneath the willow trees
All the joy has gone
Like popcorn grown stale
The casket slowly lowers
Where the mourners wail
At night when the moon is full
He's there up on the Ferris wheel
Where once the two had kissed
And one of two had fell
And one of two had fell
