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And I looked through.

And I looked through
A window of my heart
And everything was dark
Maybe because there was you
 
And I looked through
A window of my room
And everything was gloom
Maybe because there wasn’t you
 
And I looked through
A window of my life
And everything was a strife
Because I wasn’t me without you
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