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My Open Window My open window bears a gaping hole, Welcoming and whining the sounds of my soul, A tasteful mesh of stormy delight, In a moment so blissfully lonesome tonight. Whirls of wind that plow through the trees, Rain drops pouring and ******* wherever it may please, Slight brisk drafts of air cooling me at ease, In this hot, oven-like bedroom, while I cough and sneeze. Alarm clock sets for the dawn of tomorrow, I lay here filled with bouts of sorrow, How this beat of peace is simply a borrow, Due to this I whimper, whine, and willfully wallow. The openness of my window, this gaping frame, The darkness of my bedroom, delightfully same, Provides sense of solitude in this world, without blame, I complain not a lick that this is the name of my game
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My Open Window My open window bears a gaping hole, Welcoming and whining the sounds of my soul, A tasteful mesh of stormy delight, In a moment so blissfully lonesome tonight. Whirls of wind that plow through the trees, Rain drops pouring and ******* wherever it may please, Slight brisk drafts of air cooling me at ease, In this hot, oven-like bedroom, while I cough and sneeze. Alarm clock sets for the dawn of tomorrow, I lay here filled with bouts of sorrow, How this beat of peace is simply a borrow, Due to this I whimper, whine, and willfully wallow. The openness of my window, this gaping frame, The darkness of my bedroom, delightfully same, Provides sense of solitude in this world, without blame, I complain not a lick that this is the name of my game
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