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When I look
though these bars
of your design
when I feel the sun
though the window blinds
when I smell fresh air
when you open the door
I bow my head
and cry a little more
When I look
though these bars
of your design
when I feel the sun
though the window blinds
when I smell fresh air
when you open the door
I bow my head
and cry a little more
