“There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.” — Hamlet, Shakespeare
Pretty girl of 16 Has fun and runs crazy Ruined girl of 16 Now a mother grows lazy Next a 16 year old baby Like mother grows lazy And her stomach is churning Whilst her eyes keep on turning Around and around, round and around Getting no higher from the ground Round and around, round and around The circle has an empty sound...
The endless full circle For the next in line The endless full circle Are you the next in line
Round and around and around and around Round and around and around and around Round and around and around and around And around Siouxsie and The Banshees | "Circle" | A Kiss In The Dreamhouse
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