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I often sit by the window, Gazing, At the  limitless sky. Awaiting, The weary travelers across space and time. The warmth of the sun at daytime And the hues of crimson before bedtime I thank you both, for the brief sojourn, And wish you had prolonged your stay. But, What good would it bring.. When I'm soaked soddened from inside. I often sit by the window, Gazing, At the  limitless sky. Awaiting, The weary travelers across space and time.
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
The gaze
I often sit by the window, Gazing, At the  limitless sky. Awaiting, The weary travelers across space and time. The warmth of the sun at daytime And the hues of crimson before bedtime I thank you both, for the brief sojourn, And wish you had prolonged your stay. But, What good would it bring.. When I'm soaked soddened from inside. I often sit by the window, Gazing, At the  limitless sky. Awaiting, The weary travelers across space and time.
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
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