There's a man who sits at my window
Everyday and every night
His head leans upon the gilded pane
Fingers drumming like the rain
Slender, pale and white
There's a man who sings at my window
Everyday and every night
His breath fogs up the casement
Voice misting at its placement
Deeply soft and quiet
There's a man who stares out my window
Everyday and every night
His eyes gaze through the silvered glass
Over the trees and fields they pass
Whether sky be dark or light
There's a man I watch at my window
Everyday and every night
I keep watch of that form that fades
Ever so softly in the morning light
For He sits and sings at my window
Misting and fogging that window
Staring out the casement
Everyday and every night
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