Blue eyes 
it seemed like soft rain that washed across my soul 
and the shimmering blond 
that greeted me with a beckoning light 
she is a dream 
otherwise I could not bear it 
for the world is so cold 
and she is a glimmering sun in the night 
and if she be real 
then I am lost in a world of darkness 
and she is all my heart can admit 
as it cries 
and bears the pain that will unroll 
when the morning greets me with its fright 
and I see the reality 
and it is a dreary sight 
a gray world she does not bless. 

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