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PLAYSPACE WINDOWS II
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CHILDREN'S MUSEUM I look at the window. I look at the glass.
I look at the water. I look at the grass.
The sun and the clouds go by; they seem to fly.
The day goes by.
Looking out the PlaySpace windows.
Time goes by.
Faster than a plane can fly.
It's worse than watching a mime.
About that, I am going to have a fit.
To go home, I do not want to sit.
It feels like a bug, I have been bit.
Looking out the PlaySpace windows.
The pain feels like a heavy rain.
It will soon be time to go.
I cry no!
I feel like I have been shot with an arrow and bow.
I feel like I have been hit in the head by a bat.
I don't want to do that.
I cry boo hoo.
I ask why.
I don't want to say bye.
Looking out the PlaySpace windows.
Why does this have to end?
Why playing here do I have to suspend?
Why do playing I have to stop?
Why does the sky have to go from light to dark?
Why do I have to stop play and go away?
I am going to cry.
I have a fright of the night.
Oh, looking out the PlaySpace windows.
Yeah, looking out the PlaySpace windows.
