The evening rays of light
fall onto my window.
The motes of dust
find a way right in.
They house on the floor
where they will lie untouched
for years to come.
It's night by now, cold and bleak and
the rays have gone
and so have the motes.
I hope to see stars and i find none.
Do you know how dark it gets?
And just how cold?
You say the sun will shine;
That there will be rays
I know, love, I do
And that's why i dare to dream tonight.
I dare to think that I live,
staring out of the window
when I hope to see you smile.
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