The Windows were so dirty
The sun didn't hurt my eyes
The tears I felt a'coming
Couldn't finish my pain's demise
The wispy leafs on the dying tree
Didn't bother to stay belonging
My heartthrobs nocturnal neediness
Was never ready for the morning
I stole a glance of the horizon
The dreary task of day
Yet nigh seems the end of reason
And with it my dismay
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