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The Window | ||
| The window of today is ope So we can fill our heart with hope. We watch the people on parade Come into view and slowly fade. Yet we must not sit idly by And watch each limpid hour fly. 'Tis up to us to venture wide And join the merry teeming tide. The window is, in fact, a door That beckons us to search for more. | ||
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