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...Like a tunnel that you follow, To a tunnel of it's 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 it's face, And the World is like an apple, Whirling silently in space, Like the circles that you find, In the windmills of your mind (Sting). ....and yes not the same title, but it reminded of the words! ;) (picture taken from within Solomon's Temple in Derbyshire)