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Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel |
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Never ending or 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 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 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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Or 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 in the windmills of your mind! |
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Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head |
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When did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said? |
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Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand |
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Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? |
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Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song |
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Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong? |
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When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware |
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That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair! |
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Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel |
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Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel |
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As the images unwind, like the circles that you find in |
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The windmills of your mind! |
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Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head |
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When did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said? |
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Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand |
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Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? |
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Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song |
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Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong? |
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When you knew that it was over in the autumn of good-byes |
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For a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes! |
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Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel |
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Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel |
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As the images unwind, like the circles that you find in |
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The windmills of your mind! |
