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Always watching but never really seeing, always watching.
No matter where I am, no matter who I'm with, always watching.
In my sleep I feel it's eye watching, always watching.
I stand upon the sand and then from behind I sense the watching, always watching.
Big brother to my mind, never leaving me time for peace or Joy, always watching.
But no more, for I see the open door in the corner and run, fly, jump to freedom.
Oh what happiness, no eye, no watching, finally freedom.
Oh Joy...
Robert Hayden Pursell
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