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My Window
Trees bend gently in the breeze
Two lovers walk hand in hand
I sit here in solitary thought and watch
The remnant of a land mine
Body broken and damaged
What limbs aren't missing
Are now rendered useless
So
I sit here by my window
And watch the world go by
From my viewpoint I see
Trees bend gently in the breeze
Two lovers walk hand in hand
Two lovers walk hand in hand
I sit here in solitary thought and watch
The remnant of a land mine
Body broken and damaged
What limbs aren't missing
Are now rendered useless
So
I sit here by my window
And watch the world go by
From my viewpoint I see
Trees bend gently in the breeze
Two lovers walk hand in hand
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