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Young pale eye


 Young pale eye



Walked slowly and slowly forward
a young pale eye giving me sight
whirled from the window
and stood before a glass
Rapidly pulling down her hair
like a rainbow reflects on light

Young pale eye ohoo young pale eye
You took my heart awayyyyyyy


Blue gray twilight
white mist
Sun grinned the brightest
gentle rain
bark up happy bubbles
Flattered drops
Raincoat on arm odourless
Floated dreamily,

Young pale eye ohoo young pale eye
You took my heart awayyyyy


walked through valley uphill
stared those eyes for a while
,let me for eternal
thousands of eyes around
,yet mirrored with yours

Young pale eye ohoooo  my young pale eye
You took my heart awayyyyyy


Embraced the soul
hardly protrayed beauty
There must be magic of light on dim
dreamed;over a hill dancing with him
under a dim character burnt to light up
gathering all the way out of castle sealed
Sailed beyond the night
With you could soaked on infinitely on that feel


Youn pale eye ohooo my young pale eye

You took my heart awayyy


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