Your eyes speak a language all their own.
They know the bitterness of a hundred farewells,
And have cast a million wicked spells.
You look where you like when you please.
Casual glances, meaningless stares,
Cautious stances, intimidating glares.
Your eyes speak a language all their own.
They know the bitterness of a hundred farewells,
And have cast a million wicked spells.
You look where you like when you please.
Casual glances, meaningless stares,
Cautious stances, intimidating glares.
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