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? |