The people, the park and the rumbling of the machines
A loud yet a happy scene
The voices and the noises are thick
But all are such an eargasmic music
The adrenalin rush, the loops and the hoops
A roller coaster ride I'm enjoying with you
The blinding lights that shuts my eyes
The tenderness of your hands clutching me tight
Then the fairy lights start to flicker
As the swarm gets weaker and thinner
Soon everything would turn dark
No more fun, no more spark
The stars above all winks at us
As we both go home on a bus
Inch by inch our hearts will shroud
As we get closer to a familiar crowd
This is my carousel
A bittersweet spinning peril
An eventful fleeting seconds
Of rapture, magic and beacons
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