Outside My Window
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Outside My Window

I walked into my room,
And lay on my bed;
And out of my window,
Was a bright, full moon.

I got off the bed,
And switched off the lights;
I can see much now,
With the mirror gone.

I see the stars up high,
And the sparkles down below;
I see the city around me,
And hear it's sounds blow by.

Then I looked to the far,
Far, into the night;
I wish I could see my beloved,
And that she sees me, she might.

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