An eye to see water...
An eye to see rivers...
An eye to see grey old rocks...
They're beautiful...
I could get lost in them...
See smiles in them...
Create magic with them...
Oh, I wonder what those eyes could see beneath the cold drops of icecream or the hot steam that rises from the soup...
Maybe...
I could see a future with them, and
he could see it too...
I wonder about those eyes...
When he opens them...
When he sees me...
The filters go wild...
But those eyes... they still shine bright.
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