My life is in thine eyes!
They art so pure and clear
Like skies of blue so near
And cold as coldest ice.
They art like brightest beams
Which come from stars that shine;
The purest love of mine,
Of my soul sweetest dreams.
They art so innocent and clear!
Forgive me, Angel, for the sins of mine!
I shall forever keep that line,
That's coming from thine eyes so dear!
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