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The weathers starting to get warm
and my bedroom window is open.
I can hear the cars going back and forth
outside more clearly
and in the mourning, the trucks
from the engine factory next door
wake me up.
The tree outside my window
is starting to get those little flowers
a breeze crosses my room
all day and night

And None of these things may matter to you
or too you or too you or too you
but I'm sure you have your own window
and can feel that same breeze
that i fell and can enjoy it
just as much as I do.