The Mill

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Tall it stands with twisting wings on high
Built on stones from the olden mine
The winds forevermore will drive its wheel
Draw the circle and make it squeal

The wheel keeps turning merciless!
We try and burn
We hope and break
The Mill grinds on
We lose and earn
We give and take
The Mill grinds on

By the water's spring stands The Mill
Hope and loss have built its iron spine
In raging move and in infinite line
It grinds away the sands of time

The wheel keeps turning merciless!
We try and burn
We hope and break
The Mill grinds on
We lose and earn
We give and take
The Mill grinds on

We try and burn
We hope and break
The Mill grinds on
We lose and earn
We give and take
The Mill grinds on