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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 inan 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 thats spinning 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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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 you discover has a tunnel of its own, |
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From 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 |
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someone tosses in a stream |
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping... |
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keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head, |
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why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said? |
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Lovers walk along the 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 the hallway and the fragment of this 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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When you knew that it was over, in the autumn of goodbyes, |
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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 spiining reel, |
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as the images unwind, like the circles that you find, |
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in the windmills of your mind! |
