Windows

My heart it has no windows
One tiny little door
Love and light and pain and fright
Will enter here no more

A thousand tiny windows
Dance across the sky
Counting as the emptiness
Cannot answer why

A thousand nights of listening
To windows on parade
A thousand times eternity
Within my soul is laid

Because

My heart it has no windows
One tiny little door
Love and light and pain and fright
Will enter here no more

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