[ Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant ]
[ percussion: Paulinho Da Costa ]
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.
Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel.
But at every turn my way was sealed.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a face.
Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
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Her warmth coming near, calling me sweetness, calling me dear.
But I whispered, no, I can't rest here.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
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