Is that you I see past my window shade?

Have you come to visit this lonely soul?

Venture in and stay awhile

Sit with me, as I grow old

 

The chair, once filled with laughing eyes

Has been empty, many years gone by

And I watch and wait for that certain day

When we are together again, to stay

 

Is that you, I see outside?

As my world turns monochrome?

Here’s my hand, I’m ready now

For you to take me home

 

 

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