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"My window looks out over the park, And every year I move another story up. So now I'm almost close enough To the roof of the sky to touch it. I could even move the clouds aside, But no clouds come, if they did, I'd welcome them. 'Cause I have very few visitors here any more. There must be a highway somewhere, roads I've missed, Something more than sky out beyond the window. [music to the end] "