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• Artiste: Petula Clark
• Titre: The Windmills Of My Mind
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RoundLike a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever-spinning reelLike a snowball down a mountainOr a carnival balloonLike a carousel that's turningRunning rings around the moonLike a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind.Like a tunnel that you followTo a tunnel of its ownDown a hollow to a cavernWhere the sun has never shownLike a door that keeps revolvingIn a half-forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in a streamLike a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind.Keys that jingle in your pocketWords that jangle in your headWhy did summer go so quickly?Was it something that you said?Lovers walk along a shoreAnd leave their footprints in the sandIs the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your hand?Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd the fragment of a songHalf-remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belong?When you knew that it was overYou were suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the colour of his hair.Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever-spinning reelAs the images unwindLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind.