They’re always riffing on your pain
The same song over and over again
A guitar lick or a dirty trick
It’s all too plain
He went by the house everyday, he on his bike, she in her room or wooden box, it’s hard to say
The dancer in the window
She was beautiful in her unknowable mystery
The sun streaming through the full length window, secrets illuminated her balletic majesty
He was in love, always in love with an idea. A pirouette, a jete, she only moved when wound correctly
The dancer in the window sung his name as she danced to the same riff once again
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
The World Outside the Window 
It sounds like lyrics to a song :). Beautiful
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Gorgeous!
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