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Round like a circle in a spiral,
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Like a wheel within a Wheel,
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Never ending or beginning
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On an ever spinning reel,
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Like a snow ball down a mountain,
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Or a carnival balloon,
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Like a carousel that´s turning
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Running rings around the Moon.
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Like a clock whose hands
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Are sweeping past the minutes of its face...
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And the world is like an apple
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Whirling silently in space.
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Like the circle you find
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In the windmill of My Mind.
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Like a tunnel that you follow
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To a tunnel of its own,
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Down a hollow to a cavern
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Where the sun has never shone.
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Like a door that keeps revolving
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In a half forgetten dream,
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Or the ripples from a pebble
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Someone tosses in a Stream !
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Like a circle in a spiral,
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Like wheel within a wheel,
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Never ending or beginning
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On an ever spinning reel,
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As the images unwind,
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In The WINDMILLS of MY MIND !
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the windmill of My Mind
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Sting(½ºÆÃ) |