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Eyes, deep deep blue,
like the ocean,
like the lonely drifting rafts,
like the notes sang by drowsy birds.
Written name of the chalkboard,
Familiar, so familiar,
The thoughts, the memories, the future,
The deep blue eyes.
Staring, waiting, smiling,
Couldn’t breathe anymore,
No words came out,
No words that can see through.
You had told me,
Long long ago,
To hear you out,
To see, what’s in the beyond.
No luck, no heart,
No shield in the storm.
I was blind of what to come,
Melted into the blues.
When the end arrives,
Will I find a way out?
Will I see, where you have gone?
Will I meet you again?
And again?
And again?