Cold tears were born from my eyes
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In the sunset, blue, etherical, dead
And my eyes ached, as I was searching for the Answer
In the great Eye, blue, surrounded by dark.
In black tree-trunks in mourning,
Enslaved bird, my bleeding heart still beats.
A toy's the city, under the snow
A broken toy in a jewel Eye
I wait for the Queen of light to fall asleep,
For the night to come, princess, priestess, whore,
And my tear-stained face is just a dried fruit,
Dust in this blue, divine Eye.
And people die, people are born, people fly
In this ethernal passing between two Eyes.
Stupid is man, in search of sleep or Paradise
He wakes tired in an Eye the same.