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Cursed eyes, not knowing,
But seeing only shadows of self
Painted image, of a tone of grey
That could burst into colour at a moment
And does, yet, so little seen and shown
And whence looked away, does it all fade
Is not past to predict the outcome
Nor ride upon some ray of light
That beams across all but never seen
Without such fear alluded yet never proven
For nobody dare look the human in the eye
And let their cursed eyes see nowt but all
Bittered yet jealous of the weak, yet prey upon them
And to neither be there or here, to be so dark and light
Call only in such categories, such absolutes
And lack the tone of humanity deserved, nor find the hue
Faith only that we find ourselves within everyone
With none less human than the rest
But seeing only shadows of self
Painted image, of a tone of grey
That could burst into colour at a moment
And does, yet, so little seen and shown
And whence looked away, does it all fade
Is not past to predict the outcome
Nor ride upon some ray of light
That beams across all but never seen
Without such fear alluded yet never proven
For nobody dare look the human in the eye
And let their cursed eyes see nowt but all
Bittered yet jealous of the weak, yet prey upon them
And to neither be there or here, to be so dark and light
Call only in such categories, such absolutes
And lack the tone of humanity deserved, nor find the hue
Faith only that we find ourselves within everyone
With none less human than the rest
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Cursed eyes, not knowing,
But seeing only shadows of self
Painted image, of a tone of grey
That could burst into colour at a moment
And does, yet, so little seen and shown
And whence looked away, does it all fade
Is not past to predict the outcome
Nor ride upon some ray of light
That beams across all but never seen
Without such fear alluded yet never proven
For nobody dare look the human in the eye
And let their cursed eyes see nowt but all
Bittered yet jealous of the weak, yet prey upon them
And to neither be there or here, to be so dark and light
Call only in such categories, such absolutes
And lack the tone of humanity deserved, nor find the hue
Faith only that we find ourselves within everyone
With none less human than the rest
But seeing only shadows of self
Painted image, of a tone of grey
That could burst into colour at a moment
And does, yet, so little seen and shown
And whence looked away, does it all fade
Is not past to predict the outcome
Nor ride upon some ray of light
That beams across all but never seen
Without such fear alluded yet never proven
For nobody dare look the human in the eye
And let their cursed eyes see nowt but all
Bittered yet jealous of the weak, yet prey upon them
And to neither be there or here, to be so dark and light
Call only in such categories, such absolutes
And lack the tone of humanity deserved, nor find the hue
Faith only that we find ourselves within everyone
With none less human than the rest