I always choose eyes of blue
Searching the eyes that can hold
My own myriad opulent hue
My own eyes, stormy and bold
Ancient orbs from fathers unknown
Transfixed on moonlight ice in the night
And into the eyes of my ancestors sown
Stolen from gods of the Northern Lights
I always choose eyes of blue
But they've never had strength to hold
The crystals, the lights of the hue
Of my own eyes, wild and bold
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