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THESE EYES WERENT MADE FOR SIGHT
There's a snow-cloud on the horizons
and it rains heavy on the azaleas
that mark the border between dark and darker still.
There's a whole world below the flowerbeds
that strange as Earth to me
and I hope I'm not jaded by sundown.
There's never any other glare in my eyes
Are these, my eyes made for sight?
If you were to ever catch a lonely sunbeam,
It's still such a beautiful world
But these eyes just werent made for sight.
There're secrets that are carried on clotheslines
hanging out among the melting breeze
that mark the border between light and lighter still.
There's the hopes that turn to water that make the tide
Someone draw a picture moon and hope
that I'm not jaded by sunset.
Aesthetics from a place in time
shade all I've ever seen.
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