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As time passes slowly by the windows of my mind, my visions of view is seen in every window going by no more. Do I wonder how my eternity will be spent for you? And your heavenly body forever will be kept. It's easy looking back through the windows. Can't you see because all visions of you bring a smile over me? So laugh smile, cry every vision's in my mind for without them. My windows would have lines.