My love, he has the bluest eyes
They're deep and often sad
So deep that I feel lost at times
As if I had gone mad.
My love, he sometimes slips away
While he's holding me close
His eyes I see have gone astray
I wonder where he goes.
My love, I miss him while he's gone
I wish that he would see
If only I could come along
How happy we would be.
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