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The Windmills Of Your Mind

Johnny Mathis

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

The Windmills Of Your Mind

Johnny Mathis