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Eyes, a nose, a mouthTo make the face, my dearPerhaps I'm wrongI'm fascinated how your eyesGo north and southBeyond the temperate zoneIn the cool night air.In this [imagined scene] that you've announcedSome place to wear my eyes inside outSing suburban townHow i can pick you out before you're goneThe rapid motion of your eyesSo sleepy nowHow once in life they dropGoing round and roundAnd every look you giveBecomes the truthHow many eyes we have is up to you. Aus Songtexte Mania