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Watching from the window,
The outside is cold and dark,
Trees wither and time itself decays,
Yet the window remains.
Looking away from the mirror I cringe,
Terrified of what I had seen,
The outside was disolving,
Yet the window remains.
I look at the window once more,
Light had mingled with the darkness,
Again it was bearable to look,
Because now and forever the window of the past shall remain.