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Round 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 shown,

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 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 the shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Is the 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?

When you knew that it was over

In the autumn of goodbyes,

For a moment, you could not recall

The color of his eyes



INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE



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

Round 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 shown,

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 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 the shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Is the 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?

When you knew that it was over

In the autumn of goodbyes,

For a moment, you could not recall

The color of his eyes



INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE



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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