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Every morning, as I walk down / From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, / I see at the window near the street, / The face of a woman, fair, and sweet, / With soft brown eyes, and chestnut hair, / And red lips, warm with the kiss left there. / And she lingers as long as she can see / The man who walks, just ahead of me.
At night, when I come from my office, down town, / There stands the woman, with eyes of brown, / Smiling out through the window-blind, / At the man who comes strolling on behind. / This fellow and I resemble each other; / At least, so I'm told, by one and another. / (But I think I'm the handsomer, far, of the two.) / I don't know him at all, save to "how d'ye do," / Or nod when I meet him. I think he's at work / In a dry goods store, as a salaried clerk.