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Sitting By The Window

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Sitting by the window, watching the raindrops fall,
Thinking of you. darling, hoping that you will call.
(We can play a hand of poker between these phrases)
And while I’m reminiscing, my heart fills with pain,
It seems each little raindrop spells your name
On my window pane.
I’m sitting by the window just like we used to do,
(I even caught a cold)
And each chair beside me, darling how I miss you.
Although the rain stopped falling,
My window still never dries.
There’s still a peter-patter, a teardrop from my heart.

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