| 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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| Like a snowball down a mountain
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| Or a carnival balloon
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| Like a carousel that's turning
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| Running rings around the moon
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| Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
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| Past the minutes of its face
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| And the world is like an apple
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| 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
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| To a tunnel of its own
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| Down a hollow to a cavern
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| Where the sun has never shone
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| Like a door that keeps revolving
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| In a half-forgotten dream
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| Or the ripples from a pebble
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| Someone tosses in a stream
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| Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
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| Past the minutes of its face
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| And the world is like an apple
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| Whirling/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 you/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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| Is/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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| And/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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| You were you suddenly aware
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| That the autumn leaves were turning
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| To the color of his 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! |