Strange Eyes
STRANGE EYES
Strange eyes, early Picassos
TheY follow me in all my dreams
Strange eyes, to little star charts
plunges knives into my poor heart
As lovely as a tree they endlessly recede
Strange eyes, two little whirlpools
made by God to destroy fools
two pearls of inf’nite cost
two paradises lost
They swallow me in all my dreams
Oh God I’m still in love with you
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