Listen dear

These people are telling me Our eyes are very bright They are shining like lightning That the anguish of the Jagans has stopped It's like a restless gazelle It's like a hangover There will be as many colors of dhank Have settled in our eyes But oh my gosh Tell them how .when i call my dear ,he show that i will never rich your vouice .These twinkling, twinkling eyes of mine Like a gazelle on a hangover With the color of your dreams Amen to how many blood jugs These red eyes Wandering in search The rays are scattering colors Don't listen These people are telling me That my eyes are very bright.💗at the last i will say to my dear freind good morning💖.