On my windowpane.
Comb its blazing mane.
Turning into sky.
Would make me cry.
Not to stain my lips with lies.
On my windowpane.
Overflows with pain.
Of an alien land.
Screaming out of hand.
Not to stain my lips with lies.
In my truly loved one's eyes.
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