The Girl He Loves
Even though he has a car
He walks to work
Again to go home
And sometimes for no reason
He always walks the same street
Past the same brownstone
The building is not that pretty
It is not important at all
But there is one thing he has to see
The love of his life
With her bright red hair
And skin, which is as perfect as perfect can be
She sits in a second floor window
Watching as life passes her by
Still, he has seen her lips
Has looked into her eyes
And he has often seen her smile
He does not know her name
Nor will he ever
Still, she has a place in his heart
And he will always love the girl in the window
The girl he will never know
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