You get a feeling about windows
according to who's looking through them
Curtains drawn continuously,
something gloomy might reside inside
If the window be boarded,
suspect the worst
It's said of eyes,
that they are soul's apertures
I am a child at a window, again
I see seasons change, I see light turn to dark
Another child at the same window looks in at me
Mirrors are windows? Yea, and mouths are gates.
Mirrors are windows! Give me a break!!!
Ain't that stretching the pane somewhat?
Just now, I left the window blank.
Have no fear, I ain't coming back
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