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 ountain 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 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 on 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
And the world 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 somthing that you said? Lovers walk along the shore line, leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers on your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments 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!
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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