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Round like a circle in a spiral |
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Like a wheel within a wheel |
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Neverending or beginning on an ever spinning reel |
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Like a snowball down a mountain |
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Or a carnival blue like a carousel thats turning |
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And the rings around the moon |
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Or the clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face |
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And the world is like an apple whirling 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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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 is never shown |
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Like a door that keeps revolving in a high 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 of its face |
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And the world is like an apple whirling 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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Hes reaching around your pocket theres a jangle in your head |
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Why did summer go so quickly was it something that she said |
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Love is walking on the shoal leaving footprints in the sand |
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Was the sound of distant drumming just the feelings of your hand |
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Which is hanging in a hallway or the fragment of a song |
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Ive remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong |
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And you knew that it was over when you sent me away |
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But the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your 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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Neverending or beginning 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 |
