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 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 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 
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