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Glass House

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We look out of our houses, made of glass
Eyes still wet from tears
People do not glance up as they pass
And so we are as yet left alone with our fears
And she fears that no one can see
This girl inside a weary body
This girl who in all actuality
Is staring out at a house, made of glass
To all those who pass
And she wishes someone would watch her cry





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