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I need to hide my eyes from you.
My eyes are red, my soul is blue.
You cannot hope to feel my pain
My heart is swollen, yet again.

My sunglasses give me strength you see.
I cannot have you look at me.
I weaken when my eyes are bare,
I have to have some cover there.

Sleek and smooth, sexy, hot.
My glasses make me what I'm not.
I have to have some help to be,
This person who is not, you see?

Sunglasses hide my feelings there,
Light in my eyes, a love so rare.
You cannot see it. Dare I? No
You search for nothing, please, just go.

My sunglasses are my shield from this,
Empty, sorrowful dark abyss.
I teeter there, just on the brink,
But you cannot hear or see, I think.

The sunglasses give me what you can't
A seed, a growth, a tiny plant.
Of anonymity, nurtured high to see,
Just how my love did suffer thee.

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