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"The Windmills Of Your Mind"
Round like a circle in a spiral
or a wheel within a wheel never ending or
beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball on a mountain
or a carnival balloon
or a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are
sweeping past the minutes on 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 half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are
sweeping past the minutes on 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
Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shoreline
leave their footprints in the sand
Was ths sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of a song
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 goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
the color of his eyes
Like a circle in a spiral,
or 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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