One eye

Stung by a bee

But with no eye working

You cannot see


Two eyes

As it´s meant to be

But two eyes means one man

And that´ll get lonely


Three eyes


Those with three eyes are haunted

and will flee!


Four eyes

Are you and me

So take my hand, and listen to my poetry




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