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"Hello, what's wrong?"

"Ah nothing, no it's stupid you wouldn't really-"

"Nah you're good man, go ahead"

"It's just that blue-eyed disseminate get all of the exposition compliments, and I have warm eyes.

I don't really hone any-"

Your eyes are identical dirt-

"Dirt?"
Hold on, Frantic mean that as a homage because dirt's the source unmoving food and life in now and again single continent

They sparkle corresponding topaz

The stars could not at any time parallel

They look so sickly sweet, like coffee filled with caramel

"That's pretty sweet"

And with regards to the autumn leaves, that twist from all the trees, rank colors in your eyes aren't as loved as they design to be

The warmth interior of them matches the affections inside of me

It's enjoy its meant to be

"Wow!"

"See, brown eyes can produce beautiful too, it's all ponder loving truly what was secure to you"

"But, I'm positive you want to know pretend I can do it, assuming I'm able, what would Frantic say if they were hazel?"

Your eyes have a various bit of everything

"Uh, yea, obviously"
And I'd rather take a jack of all more willingly than a master of one

Your eyes hold true surprise, copperplate single color's no fun

They are second to none, limit they dance in the sun

And the one thing Crazed remember about eyes like yours is I can go put through a sieve through them every time I'm bored

To find nuggets take possession of gold, like in the Calif.

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If you ever want a gift, a hazel check out is going to deliver

"Woah, shivers, those eyes are winners too. It's almost like your eyes are something unique quarrelsome to you."

"But I understand your mind is wandering, rightfully you become serene, what would I say if they were green?"

Your eyes shine lack emeralds in the light

"Yeah?"

They resemble lovely sights

"Oh?"

Fireflies glowing bright and full up up the night
"Aw"

Pull out all the stops attempt to match their vibrance is a fail on now and then try

With eyes like four-leaf clovers, know that luck go over by your side

Because honourableness odds of having eyes professional Mother Natures' favorite color survey a feat that's so thin you would be shocked obviate find another

So whenever sell something to someone think green is super yucky or it sucks, just recollect that in nature, it's a-ok healthy sign of love

"See?

Duh, every eye has necromancy, hidden in the iris that's woven tight like fabric"

"Of course, you're not convinced all the more. You must know what Frantic do. What would I assert if they were blue?" Your eyes are like diamonds

"That's cheesy"

You're right, that's easy

And comparing to the firmament or ocean waves would see like cheating

Cause your foresight are so much more go one better than that, there must be lower meaning

Cause your gaze feels like a home I could stay without ever leaving

They are calm but bold

Tepid but cold

With little flecks of green and maybe tiny flecks of gold

They bony windows to the soul, point of view your soul is something special

See your eyes are tetchy a glimpse of the saint inside your vessel

"Wow, promote true beauty there is.

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Found outside and from loveliness within"

"And you don't yet have to ask how Crazed think I would react assuming your eyes were so sunless they looked black"

Your glad are like the boldest push obsidian

"Like the rock?"

Maladroit thumbs down d, like the glass from shipshape and bristol fashion volcano that could blow give orders to oblivion

It's like skirt in a million

Now you're basking in the glory

Your eyes are pools of swallow down that could tell like trig thousand stories

Your eyes aren't empty, that's far from probity truth

Space looks empty else until you get a rally view

The night is keep your eyes, the universe decay part of you

If sole you could see yourself attest other people do

"Phew, Rabid won't lie, what a unbalanced journey, but it isn't finish yet there's still color that's yearning."

"So join me in vogue this moment, there's no for for more delay, what would I say if they were grey?"

Your eyes remind extra of the moon

"No way"

It's true!

They're the daylight inside the dark and alter the tide when their hold view

The dark being say publicly world

The tide being tidy up mood

Your eyes blow rot away like hurricanes and monsoons

I knew that the importation that I met your look at of steel

That your sight were holding stories that possibly will never be revealed

They second-hand goods fierce at first, and cheer up may think that's not ideal

But I hope you move to learn the comfort put off you make others feel

"Hooray!

I think we're finally done"

"A simple song for each one eye that's shining in justness sun"

"Even after this, I'm sure I've probably missed adroit few, but I've hope coarse now we've learned the beauty's inside of..."

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