God! Take away these soaring eyes, take away;
don’t need them in this way.
Stoned Eyes lost charm in this bay,
Everything here is now dull & grey.
There were times eyes loved each sight,
now things looks meekly in terrific plight.
Nothing more good to view even in broad day light,
everything seems wrong nothing is right.
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| Honest Wish to GOD! |
