Why are not the oceans brown like your eyes,
Or a cloudless day not brown in the skies?
Why does God not allow me constant view
Of the bright darkness I see within you?
So deep I look into thine eyes brown,
Were they water, no doubt I would drown.
So long I stare into your eyes with such skill,
That were the skies brown I would remain but still.
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