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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 on it's 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 it's own
down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone
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 on it's 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 i said
lovers walk along the shore
leave thier footprints in the sand
was the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand

pictures hanging in a hallway
and a fragment of a song
half remembered names and faces
but to whome to they belong
when you knew that it was over
were you suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of her(his) hair

like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
as the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind

pictures hanging in a hallway
and a fragment of a song
half remembered names and faces
but to whome to they belong
when you knew that it was over
were you suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of her(his) hair

like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
as the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind