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Here is a window anon
Where they have yet a sleepless night
Wine may they have, or none
Just sitting and talking light
Only two of them sit, perchance
With hands intertwined so tight
And all houses, as you glance,
Have at least each a light

Window, a cry in the night –
Sign of the parted or met
Hundreds of candles alight,
Or maybe just three there set
Restless, my mind goes on,
On in the bitter night
Mine is a window anon
Bearing such lonely light

Pray for my house, my friend, as you pass
Keep for my shining glass!