Night Windows, Edward Hopper I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when I look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me,
and when I turno away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.
Leonard Cohen, The Spice-Box of Earth (1961)
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