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I'm searching for your eyes.
I'm searching for your eyes.
Those eyes that see me.
That perfected coexistence;
not found by many.
I'm searching for your eyes.
To see what those eyes see.
Every pang of agony,
every inflicted wound.
Those bright,
wise eyes.
Hidden from the world,
hidden from me.
Those eyes that see me.
That perfected coexistence;
not found by many.
I'm searching for your eyes.
To see what those eyes see.
Every pang of agony,
every inflicted wound.
Those bright,
wise eyes.
Hidden from the world,
hidden from me.
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