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Through a broken window on a chilled Winter's Night
I watch children at play enjoying blank, cold delight
The children don't see me, for there is no light
Emanating from the broken window that chilled Winter's Night.
Through a broken window with the sun now shining through
The children can see me - an old, wrinkled shrew
I dream to be among them, an old man renewed
Dream through a broken window with the sun shining through.
Through a broken window on a warm Summer's Day
I hear the laughter of children and the games that they play
Oh, I yearn for that laughter to return to me some day
Yearn through a broken window on a warm Summer's Day.
Through a broken window with the leaves turning brown
The children have left, their laughter dies down
And with it my happiness and vitality drowns
Drowns through a broken window with the leaves turning brown.
Through a broken window I watch my life pass.