[Helen]
Out in the desert
On the outskirts of town
Every few years
A carnival comes around

They say that it beckons
'Til one soul comes, then
It takes them and leaves
And they're not seen again

[Carnival music, eerie laughing]

The weeks when our mum
Wouldn't get out of bed
Me and Shira would eat
Chocolate, berries, and bread

The house would be ours
And we'd play make believe
Pretend father came back
From some kingdom far east

The weeks when our mom
Wouldn't really quite sleep
They were fun and yet scary
Me and Shira agreed
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