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Mad wind whistlin' through walls this night
Charlie, my dog, whimpers in fright
Look at that sky—black upon black
Please, Moon, shine through, just one small crack

Ice pelts the windows—Ping! Ping! Ping!
I wonder if they feel the sting
I ask myself, do panes pained bleed?
Probably not, just hearts in need

I think of this window by my bed
Gifts it keeps giving to my head:
Shows me the stars on dark, long nights
Through it my dreams begin their flights

Morning it brings me warmth from the sun
Rainbows, too, I think just for fun
Flowers I see, red and yellow
Waves to me from