A Thousand Eyes

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A Thousand Eyes, A Thousand Eyes

When twilight chases day,
Heavens twinkled with the delight
Of a thousand artists’ eyes.

The day but one,
A fireball called The SunA Thousand Eyes, A Thousand Eyes,
To help us get our day’s work Done.

When twilight chases day,
Heavens twinkled with the delight
Of a thousand artists’ eyes.

All called upon to pay their due,
Writers must write,
Painters must Paint;
Musicians are most blessed of all,
For their work, they get to Play for you!

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  1. Great poem.

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