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My eyes, My eyes
My eyes, my eyes through thee I see. My eyes, my eyes are part of me.
Through them I see colors so true; red, white and blue; flowers so bright; hope and light.
Through them I see water and grass; a looking glass; birds in the sky; clouds so high.
Through them I see goodness and joy; a girl and boy; a husband and wife; a happy life; night and day; children at play.
Through them I see a bright tomorrow, filled with love and no more sorrow.
My eyes, My eyes
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