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Windmills of your mind

Dusty Springfield

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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 BALOON

LIKE A CAROUSEL THAT'S TURNING,

RUNNING RINGS AROUND THE MOON

LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING,

PAST THE MINUTES OF IT'S FACE

AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE,

WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE

LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND,

IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND.

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 FORGOOTEN DREAM

OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE 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 JUNGLE IN YOUR ROCKET,

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 FOOT PRINTS 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 IS WAS OVER,

YOU WERE SUDDENLY AWARE

THAT THE AUTUMN LEAVES WERE TURNING

TO THE COLOUR OF HIS HAIR.

ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL

LIKE 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.

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