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Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes
Is it a kind of a dream 
Floating out on the tide 
Following the river of death downstream 
Oh, is it a dream? 
There’s a fog along the horizon 
A strange glow in the sky 
And nobody seems to know where it goes 
And what does it mean? 
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes, burning like fire 
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail? 
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale? 
Bright eyes
Is it a kind of a shadow 
Reaching into the night 
Wandering over the hills unseen 
Or is it a dream? 
There’s a high wind in the trees 
A cold sound in the air 
And nobody ever knows when you go 
And where do you start? 
Oh, into the dark
Bright eyes,

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