| Windmills |
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| 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 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 |
