Painted and drenched in dreams
Tears run fast and fall - who cares?
To be furious on a whim's glory
To be an object of awes and stares
Looking, not for me but for you
Who knows? It's just those eyes
Here; in skies; in foreign lands
Who stops to talk when we can die?
He died! He's dead you know
He spoke - he saw the blue
In eyes so white, milk is shamed
He died? He was happy he saw you
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