Windows are the eyes of buidling Sunset glow, lamenting Strides approaching Suspense now I'm holding If I was granted to leave space for the open square My closed eyes opening That greeting equates farewell These windows may no longer be opening My guessing leads my way To the next building
Windows are the eyes of buidling Sunset glow, lamenting Strides approaching Suspense now I'm holding If I was granted to leave space for the open square My closed eyes opening That greeting equates farewell These windows may no longer be opening My guessing leads my way To the next building
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