He sits at his
window
The light gleaming behind
him
He just sits, stares,
and watches the world
pass by
Does he see me?
Does he fear?
The mystery man in
the window, I can't
help but stare
I wonder what he's
thinking
Does he ever come
down from there?
The mystery man in
the window, I can't
help but stare.
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