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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