Her eyes are the mirrors of the blind
Those who won't see heaven they can look at her eyes
I've never been to heaven but shes an Engel no doubt
Her eyes are blue , tears are purple. Pure art
Looking at her eyes worms up my heart
Seeing her eyes every morning is the part
Nothing i hate more than seeing her eyes red
Because the devel's eyes are red and represents dead
Her eyes eyes are more precious than that
Any men who would look look at her eyes would quit the bad
Thank you God for the perfect creation through her dad
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
Her eyes are the mirrors of the blind
Those who won't see heaven they can look at her eyes
I've never been to heaven but shes an Engel no doubt
Her eyes are blue , tears are purple. Pure art
Looking at her eyes worms up my heart
Seeing her eyes every morning is the part
Nothing i hate more than seeing her eyes red
Because the devel's eyes are red and represents dead
Her eyes eyes are more precious than that
Any men who would look look at her eyes would quit the bad
Thank you God for the perfect creation through her dad
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