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I watched. I sat in the window Resting my forehead against the cold glass pane. And I watched. The plants. The trees. The people. And so much more. Plants grew lived and withered away. Trees grew lived and was cut down. People grew up lived got children grandchildren and died. Now if you ask me what I watched I will say a lot of things And go on listing what I watched. But if you asked me what I saw Through the misty glass pane I will answer Life. For that is what it was. That is what it is. That is what it will always be. And that misty glass pane? That is eternity. And endless bottomless void Of life and dead. | ||||||||||||||
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