What colour are their eyes,
Their eyes-- I don't remember;
Yet I long to see them once again
The shape of their face,
Their hand-- their hand in mine;
O sweetest touch, I must refrain
Please, I beg, do share,
Their voice-- their voice which sings
Of words filled with melancholic pain
But what colour are their eyes,
Their eyes-- I don't remember;
Yet I long to see them once again
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