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| There I stood in the shadows hoping not to be seen |
| Looking at your home so tall stately and serene |
| In the room to the left of the door |
| All the way up on the second floor |
| You sat at your window reading of flowers |
| Which bloom under sweet May showers |
| I looked at your face deep in thought |
| And wondered which flower most easily brought |
| That look and sweet smile |
| As you sipped your tea of chamomile |
| The air was nice and clear |
| And the winds cool and calm |
| Softly they were flowing |
| Shimmering your candle light glowing |
| Dancing and swirling were the leaves |
| The wind made it mystic on those cool summer eves |
| Love surrounded me in the sweet summer air |
| Controlling my heart and holding me there |
| I was the beholder observing the beauty |
| But soon your candle will slowly die |
| And with your book set aside |
| To sleep and dream is where you will go |
| Under the heavens with the stars aglow |
| In reality I'll soon depart |
| Leaving you at your window with my heart |
| Never being able to let you know |
| The feelings I have and cannot show |
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