i need this song from the OLd thomas crown affair with steve mqueen
can you find it for mee
**please:flower2: **
it goes like this…i took this off the net…didnt write it myself
round liikie a circle in a spiral like a whell whithin a wheel never ending or beginning or an ever spinning reel like s anowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon like a courousle that’s turning running rings around the moon like a clock showe hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space like the circles that yu find in the windmills of your ind keys that jingle in your pocket words that jangle in your head why did summer go so quicklye was it something that yous adi lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprings in thes sand is the osund of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? pictures hanging in a a hallways and the fragment of a song half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong when you kew that it was over you were 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 winmildds 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 or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream when you knew that it was over in the autumn of goodbyes for a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel never ending or beginning on ane evern spinning reel as the images unwind like the circle thsat you find in the windmills of you rmind
its ok Noor, Caravan is a home as well. I would prefer living in a boat. 
so you could cross the chanel faster:blush:
not only that…you should not drink it during ramadan:D