Turn , Turn the wheel, Turn around and round , thus without a pause without a sound .
So spends the flying ever spinning world away.
Awe, this clay well mixed, with mar and sand , thus follows the motion of the witches hand ,
for some must follow and some must lead , but the earths cycles are always in command, though
all are made of Clay!
Turn, Turn..... the wheel , for " All " thin…
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