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