You see in a reverie
A coloured butterfly
A childhood memory
Through your inner eye
While the outer one red
In tears without clue
Your iris misled
Into a darker blue
Shall we open our soul
To avoid being blind?
From the sight of the whole
All our fears quarantined
Please take my own eye
To cure your lasting scar
Shall we take our own I
For the love that we are?
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