I gave my life to eyes of being
It rose and grew at loss at end
I gave it not to things unseen
It rose and grew at loss at end
I read the book of things unseen
And knew the loss that came to me
It speaks of love for things unseen
And knew the loss that came to me
I gave my sight to things unseen
It rose and saw a life unend
I gave it not to eyes of being
It rose and saw a life unend
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