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Eyes, eyes, eyes
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Never-sleeping eyes
It only skips one beat.
Isn't it all about the clock?
For tears to slip through?

The eyes, the eyes
It was dyed in the color of the moon
Which was white.
The blood of a tiger has tainted it.

What time is it, exactly?
To make dreams come true
What kind of eyes are these?
All I see are holes.
Resurfacing in classic tales,
Taking in all of the darkness.

Perhaps, amid the evil thoughts,
Or when a morbid fairytale comes to an end.
At the start of a horrible day,
Or a sardonic sunset.

What time is it, exactly?
I'm not sure,
The sun does not rise,
I've been abandoned by the stars.