A Tangerine Pinwheel
There's a tangerine-colored pinwheel
at the top of a far-away hill
Yours the job to go and grab it,
but beware:
its way of turning
doesn't always turn out to be fair
Yours, as well,
the job to tell
whether or not
you want things to turn out well:
you can either go up to heaven
or tumble into the pit of hell
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