Dein blaues Auge, Op. 59 No.8, Johannes Brahms

Your blue eye stares so still, I look down to it's ground.
You ask me, what I long to see - I watch myself sane.
I was burned by a glowing pair, the remembrance still hurts.
Yours is as clear as a lake, and -as such, cold.
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