Look into my eyes
And see how they shine
They are made of shade skies
Those feelings define
Each silver thread glow
With copper and stone
That inside will know
In their places and tone
Look into eyes worth
And see how they are made
Quite sight as the earth
In every their shade
The golden twine shine
That comes in its giving
In every made on line
Is for all this of living
And on to each epoch
That shall grow on to go
In their twinkling dock
Until they stop their flow
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