Looking back in time
Through verses set into nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear I know not why
These eyes have always left me dry

She stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains and the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear I know not why
These eyes have always left me dry

(How near, how far, how lost they are)

I've rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear I know not why
These eyes have always left me dry

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