The Windmills Of Your Mind

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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 spinning reel
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Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon,
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Like a carousel that's turning, 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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And the world is like an apple, whirling silently in space
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Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind

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Like a tunnel that you follow, to  a  tunnel  of  its own,
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Down 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, someone tosses in a stream

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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, past the minutes of its face
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And the world is like an apple, whirling silently in space
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Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind

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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 a hallay, and the fragment of a 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 colour of her hair

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Like a  circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel,
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Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning 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