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Arms wide apart, drifitng far above

My eyes are not alive, while I stare alone

They have no puprose for two blue stones.



Then my eyes are opened wide to the world

When I look at your spine-tingling gaze

I am dizzy and fuzzy, first of a phase.



And you walk to the south, away from the north

I know you must go, but it still rings pain

Just so you know, your heart left a stain.