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Sitting at the window staring down |
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Listen to the people shuffle around |
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Hear the children laughing |
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Feel the morning breeze |
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Sunlight warms his skin |
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The autumn air is taken in |
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A nearby bird sings its song for him |
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A room with a view |
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You're looking at him |
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He's looking through you |
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A room with a view |
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Who's fooling who |
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There's got to be something that he knew |
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So there he sits and some may wonder |
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About the sly grin on his face |
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Yet little do they know |
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(They don't have a clue) |
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The boundaries of his wisdom |
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In the solitude of his kingdom |
