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(Intro)

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

  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,

  you were suddenly aware

  That the autumn leaves were turning

  to the colour of her hair

A circle in a spiral,

  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