My will has said this before,
The eyes are watching me,
When the bloody moor,
Came with a fee.
My son, you must stay clear,
The eyes are watching me,
Of the great fear,
That came upon me.
They come in many colors,
Red and blue, violet and green,
They see all,
Including you,
The eyes that watch me,
Will watch you,
and the curse that killed me,
Will kill you.
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