Enchanters with enchanting eyes
That wander off the edge of the world
Sending off ever silent cries
That tell of secrets not many can tell.
Enchanters with enchanting eyes
That see through flimsy veils we build
And nothing do they ever hide
Their eyes see what their minds do will.
Enchanting with enchanting eyes
That see all but do not judge
With gusts of wind that wipe off vice
But never does their trust budge.
Enchanters with enchanting eyes
That crush to sand the castles of deceit
Sending off ever silent cries
That tell of secrets not many can keep
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Coffee Stains
Historia CortaSwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains
