The Windmills Of Your Mind

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Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel 
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Never ending or beginning on a never spinning reel 
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Like a snow ball down a mountain or a carnival balloon 
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Like a carousel that's turning running ring saround the moon 
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of it face   
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And the world is like na apple whirling silently in space   
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Like the circles that you find in the windmills of you rmind   
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Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it own 
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Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun hás never shone 
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Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream   
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Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream   
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face   
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And the world is like na Apple whirling silently in space   
                                     B7                                      Em   
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind   
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Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head  
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Why did summer go soquickly, was it something that I said 
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Lover swalk along a shore and leave their foot prints in thes and   
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Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand   
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Pictures hanging in a hall way and the fragments of a song   
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Half-remembered name sand faces, buttow hom do they belong  
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When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware 
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That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair   
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Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel 
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Never ending or beginning on a never spinnin greel  
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As the images um wind, like the circles that you find 
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In the windmills of your mind.