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 the mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carrousel 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
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down the highway to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Of the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in the stream
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down the mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carrousel 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
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down the highway to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Of the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in the stream
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