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I'm glad I got the chance to say hello,

the chance to answer questions I'd forgot,

the chance to find another girl to know

and try to paradise a bit - or not.

There's nothing like that feeling under skies:

the instants glow, time puffs away a bit,

clouds wonder at each smile and its reprise

and eyes sigh silently, 'then, is this it?'

A window looks beyond its narrow panes,

holds past itself much mem'ry - some long past;

yet always in its life that never wanes

the memories keep some vestige of their cast.

Were I that window, as I just might be,

I'd still be happy with what I could see.