Your Eyes

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This game, you play

When the sun is straight

Before the bell sings with delay.

This song, you write

When the authority controls

While your pupils dance in fright.

This mouse, you chase

When the children write away

After they settle upon my face.

This eye, you see

When I venture around the room

Soon, I might catch them on me.

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