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 balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock those 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
Like a tunnel that you follow 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 forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock those hands...
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jingle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
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 those 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
Like a tunnel that you follow 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 forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock those hands...
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jingle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
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