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Somebody's looking out my window
and someone's looking in
I wonder who that could be
I wonder who it was
and someone's looking in
I wonder who that could be
I wonder who it was
at that ghostly window
everyone's hanging on a window
but some' s a desperate miracle
hers a sensual miracle
of tiding and roaring at the end of what's becoming
and the others
words i find
rinking in a marvelous pane
at the stack of time
and the body's refined
with its wit and shame
but the Iching says no blame
for the calling card at the weekend of the sun burst
and the cloud of her love
spending at the reading she's giving to each page
she's that courtier is that the word of the age
a poet takes the velvet crown a price a prince will hold
for aloft and the red stage
a one handed sower of wheat and charm
a one handed swordsman saying
hold back hold off there's more of the same
she's changing its tune rip roaring its path
