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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
Brown-shrouded.
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.

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