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The Mournful Eye

I did... I could see everything in her eyes I could see my life,my death, and the secret travels of tomorrow's child Broken days...Forgotten futures and mourned story I could see my face.... The glass boy pretending to be the man of stone... I did... See everything in her eyes

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