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I sit at my window, looking out and i see the wind howel and i hear the cry. The wind shows people in pain and and raven make me hear every cry snd every of the people i see. Yeah,yeah,oh,yeah i sit and cry and i wish i could help. I see them being the person to stop and they also are me for help.
I sit there at my window think i could help but i do not know where they are.