The young man has no evil in his eyes
Neither has the old one
The old man has tears in his eyes
So has the young one
They both wish they were born blind
As they wouldn't even remember the light
How about catching a buzzing bee ?
Or maybe they'd rather capture a smooth butterfly ?
They know tiny animals are a cure for depression
They know elegant nurses are drifting along their minds
They know real lovers cannot meet insane killers
They know that ages ago the Earth was flat
They know starving brokenhearts can puke their pain
They know enlightened beings have no weight at all
They know you can't always get what you want
They know you never know what you're in for
They know, they know so much...
As much as their bleeding eyes can tell
You can tell from these eyes
They still remember the transparent vision
They were enlightened with
When they were blind...
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