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I never understood the phrase
About seeing the world
Through one person's set of eyes
I never understood
Until I started paying attention
To your eyes
How they were filled with darkness
They held so many secrets
Which soon became mine
Through your eyes
I saw all that could be beautiful
You were all that could be beautiful
But through your eyes
I also saw all that could be ugly;
You were all that could be beautiful

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