There is a Circle
That ever turns
Bright and sharp
A shining silver wheel.

Light glitters along the path
Death, the new door to life
In and out, turn and about
The widening Gyre turns.

Island in a dark ocean
Glimmer in the darkling night
Follow the path to the source
Find the root of existence.

In and out, turn and about
The Wheel runs through all time
Move along, run along
Go through the door to life.

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