Thousand windows |
As I walk around the lonely town |
The cloak of night wears a moonlit gown |
The lamps reflect my dreams |
In the rainy streets of lovers' streams |
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Strangers pass me by, where do they go – |
To say goodbye or to say hello? |
To empty rooms alone |
Or to arms that long to seem them hold? |
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As a thousand windows light the shadows of the night |
And a thousand rooms are hidden from my sight |
With the young, the old, the lonely and the lovers there |
Does the city have no time to care? |
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In the busy crowd that hurries by |
Do strangers care if you laugh or cry? |
But then, of course it's true |
That the passerby has troubles too |
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On the road of life, where we belong |
You hope someday, someone comes along |
Through light, the windows of |
Hearts that long to find their own true love |
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As a thousand windows light the shadows of the night |
And a thousand rooms are hidden from my sight |
With the young, the old, the lonely and the lovers there |
Does the city have no time to care? |