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Through the Blurred Eyes :
Through the Blurred Eyes :
You have ears to hear the doorbells
There, in a never-never land.
You love horse-like men
And enjoy the pain.
I love, but in a strange way
While peering into secret places.
I will not give up,
You will not give up.
Giving up hasn't been our word yet;
But I will never see you again.
You will never see me again;
Seeing hasn't been our word yet.
We only manage on the levels
Of hearing,
Of listening,
And of looking,
And of seeing …
Surely dreams of love will come to bed with us,
In and out indefinitely
As we listen,
And looking into each other
Even after
Giving up!
You have ears to hear the doorbells
There, in a never-never land.
You love horse-like men
And enjoy the pain.
.
.
.
Sometimes in the mind, or in the world … everything is blurred … when the mood is foggy on foggy days ...
And the style of your telling becomes vague.
© UnsOzu
You have ears to hear the doorbells
There, in a never-never land.
You love horse-like men
And enjoy the pain.
I love, but in a strange way
While peering into secret places.
I will not give up,
You will not give up.
Giving up hasn't been our word yet;
But I will never see you again.
You will never see me again;
Seeing hasn't been our word yet.
We only manage on the levels
Of hearing,
Of listening,
And of looking,
And of seeing …
Surely dreams of love will come to bed with us,
In and out indefinitely
As we listen,
And looking into each other
Even after
Giving up!
You have ears to hear the doorbells
There, in a never-never land.
You love horse-like men
And enjoy the pain.
.
.
.
Sometimes in the mind, or in the world … everything is blurred … when the mood is foggy on foggy days ...
And the style of your telling becomes vague.
© UnsOzu
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