Windy, Windy Eyes

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Those eyes are floating
I keep finding them bouncing around 
Right outside that window in my head
Pupils right down on mine they stare
And show me what I never could care: to view
That meaning, that charming intent
That absurd validity that so eluded me
But those floating eyes they found it
Right there brooding inside my  dusted head
Stir, stir, stir, around inside my mush 
And do try to seek and find my mind
But you could never truly find me within.
Lies; Those little eyes though they found me.
The me I may never get to know.



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