Through the Windows - In An Orphan's Eyes
Windmills spin me up and down
Giggles on a broken swing
Here I open all the doors
The phones they ring and ring
I will wait a thousand years
For the touch of another
Lost in dearth they were to me
My father and my mother
If I had had a brother
If raises all these questions
I could build someone, you know
Sometimes I hear laughter by the grey garden
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