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Lyrics:
The midsummer fire
Was made by the
Friction
Of a wheel spun around
An oaken axle
A wheel tarry and lit,
A wheel rolled down
A slope into a pool,
A wheel borne on a pole,
Borne around a field,
A wheel once menial and low
Become
An Aureole
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