Laughed I at the eye,
Only to fall down and cry.
Here to live, here to die,
All is lost in the eye.

I don’t even try,
It’s a wonder I get by.
Kneeling in the rye,
I only wish from to fly.

Eye in the eye,
Hope now to get by.
Hand in the rye,
With me to fly.

 
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