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Strange eyes, blue clocks without hands two lives lived in distant lands little blue mysteries what did they see in me |
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Strange eyes, early |
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Picassos call me even when you don't if only from pictures it having been three years |
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The follow me in all my dreams |
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Oh God I'm still in love with you |
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Strange eyes, to little star charts plunge knives into my poor heart |
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As lovely as a tree they endlessly recede |
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God to destroy fools two pearls of inf'nite cost two paradises lost |
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They swallow me in all my dreams |
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Oh God I'm still in love with you |
