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Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel |
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Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel |
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Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon |
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Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon |
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face |
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And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space |
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Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind |
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Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own |
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Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone |
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Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream |
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Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream |
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face |
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And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space |
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Like the circles that you find |
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In the windmills of your mind |
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Keys that jingle in your pocket |
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Words that jangle in your head |
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Why did summer go so quickly? |
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Was it something that I said? |
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Lovers walk along a shore |
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And leave their footprints in the sand |
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Was the sound of distant drumming |
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Just the fingers of your hand? |
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Pictures hanging in a hallway |
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Or the fragment of a song |
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Half-remembered names and faces |
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But to whom do they belong? |
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When you knew that it was over |
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Were you suddenly aware |
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That the autumn leaves were turning |
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To the color of her hair? |
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Like a circle in a spiral |
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Like a wheel within a wheel |
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Never ending or beginning |
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On an ever-spinning reel |
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As the images unwind |
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Like the circles that you find |
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In the windmills of your mind |
