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 on 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
That day near the spring
God knows what you told me
But the summer ends its course
The bird fell from its nest
And there we are on the sand
Our steps are already erased
And I am alone at the table
Which resonates under my fingers
Like a tambourine crying
Under the drops of rain
Like the songs that die
As soon as we forget them
And the leaves of autumn
Meet less blue skies
And your absence gives them
The color of your hair
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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