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Standing by the window
Watching the children play
I wonder what becomes of us
Whats really ours to say

Standing by the window
I ponder over the past
And wish from all the depths within
That it would forever last

Standing by the window
I paint a picture bright
With all the colors life can offer
Be they dark, or be they light

Standing by the window
I enjoy this gentle air
And urge my self to open up
Outside of my own lair

Standing by the window
Rain splashing on the pane
With gusts that make way through the gaps
Thrashing all that we think sane

Standing by the window
Green grass before my eyes
With gentle blades that bow to me
Catching me by surprise

Standing by the window
Trees swaying in the breeze
Their leaves gleam in all freshness
Can this moment not just freeze??

Standing by the window
Cars speeding, zooming past
I think how far I have travelled
In this world that’s paced so fast

Standing by the window
Night lit by a full moon
A quiet moment with my spirit, then
Letting crickets sing their tune

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