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I stand to close the window,
But my hand pauses at the sill,
Something crosses my mind,
As I knew it will,
I huddle below the lonely sill,
And stare up at the sky,
Listening to the cricket's song,
The breeze adds its sigh,
Stars far away twinkle,
Bright in the darkened sky,
I stare in wonderment,
As by me bats fly,
And I wonder there,
Where is she who I love,
Pondering this question,
My dreams fit like a glove,
Bringing me far away,
From the life I know,
Drifting and dreaming,
As, drifting, I go.