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I saw a face in an open window
She looked back with strained compassion
"Are you really so much like me?" I asked
She did not give an answer

I walked on, then,  and left her
The one whose face I recognized
But did not expect to see again

Some years later, I passed that way
Saw the same window, still open,
Though perhaps the house was different
The face I saw in that open window
Was as much a reflection as ever

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