PHOTOGRAPH BY MATS SODERLUND....V-W

WINDMILLS OF MY MIND

WHIRLING, WHIRLING WITH THE LONELY WINDS OF TIME,

MOVE THE WINDMILLS, LOVELY WINDMILLS OF MY MIND.

WANDERING IN THEIR CIRCLES, CIRCLES WELL DEFINED,

ARE THE WINDMILLS, PRETTY WINDMILLS OF MY MIND. .

THE WHIRRING AND THE WHIRLING DOES REMIND

ONE TO LISTEN, LISTEN TO THE WINDMILLS OF MY MIND.

WHIRLING AND TURNING, TURNING OUT LOVE IN RHYME,

SING THE WINDMILLS, YEARNING WINDMILLS OF MY MIND.

SINGING, WINGING, SINGING IN THE WINDMILL TIME,

LOVELY SONGS SUNG TO THE WINDS, SO SUBLIME,

MUSIC TURNING, RUNNING WILDLY WITH THE KIND

OF WINDMILLS, TURNING WINDMILLS OF MY MIND.

WONDROUS MUSIC FROM THE WINDMILLS OF MY MIND,

WORKS IT'S MAGIC AS IT PLAYS IN PERFECT TIME

TO THE TURNING OF THE WINDMILLS, RAIN OR SHINE,

TO THE WHIRLING, WHIRLING WINDMILLS OF MY MIND.

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