Looking into light and shades,
darkness does not live here.
Behind his eyes in even grades,
darkness does not give here,
whatever hurts and whatever dies,
nothing like that, behind his eyes.
He casts a million shades of me,
and I look into eyes that plainly see,
he knows the world he knows by me.
He only sees what he see's in me.
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