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The Windmills Of Your Mind

Music by Michel Legrand

 Lyrics by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman

 Round,

 Like a circle in a spiral

 Like a wheel within a wheel,

 Never ending on 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

 Spinning 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

 Like the ripples from a pebble

 Someone tosses in a stream.

 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

 Past the minutes on its face

 And the world is like an apple

 Spinning silently in space

 Like the circles that you find

 In the windmills of your mind!

 Keys that jingle in your pocket

 Words that jangle in your head

 Why did summer go so quickly?

 Was it something that I said?

 Lovers walk along a shore

 And leave their footprints in the sand

 Was the sound of distant drumming

 Just the fingers of your hand?

 Pictures hanging in a hallway

 or the fragment of a song,

 half-remembered names and faces

 but to whom do they belong?

 When you knew that it was over

 Were you suddenly aware

 That the autumn leaves were turning

 To the color of her 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