A windmill turns within my chest It rolls, revolving without rest To solve its mystery, I speak To bobbing birds and a babbling creek They sing their melody in turn Sweet notes of you to make me yearn I offer them a smile askance And think of how we met by chance Beneath the willow's weeping arms You fell, I caught you, and your charms Transfixed my spirit when we felt Each other's warmth; you made me melt Your eyes looked deep within my heart It's you who made the windmill start

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