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You look into my eyes,

And you say they are beautiful.

If only you could see out of them,

And see what my world is like.

The days turn cold, dark, and dreary,

The nights turn horrifying, torturous, and painful.



Colors I can no longer see.



The days turn cold, dark, and dreary,

The nights turn horrifying, torturous, and painful.



Birds I can not hear.



The days turn cold, dark, and dreary,

The nights turn horrifying, torturous, and painful.



Roses I can not smell.



The days turn cold, dark, and dreary,

The nights turn horrifying, torturous, and painful.



Food I can not taste.



The days turn cold, dark, and dreary,

The nights turn horrifying, torturous, and painful.



Your face I can not feel.



The days turn cold, dark, and dreary,

The nights turn horrifying, torturous, and painful.



But your love does shine,

It shines through my cold, dark, and dreary days,

It shines through my horrifying, torturous, and painful nights.



You look into my eyes,

And you say they are beautiful.

If only you could see out of them,

And see what my world is like.

The days turn cold, dark, and dreary,

The nights turn horrifying, torturous, and painful.