I Have seen your eyes before I met you
Long ago before your time
I remember them clear standing right here
Dark not light holding on to some fear
Living reflections on a never ending mirror
You have lived before and seen through those eyes
What you did or loved is buried with disguise
Weathered and repaired the soul has forgot
As you dream your story can be caught
Hard to remember all that is forever
A never ending treasure floating lightly as a feather
Deep within the colors of your eyes rest all the days of your lives

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