I build huge sandcastles in the night sky.
They glow - someway, somewhow.
Sometimes I wish you could see their beauty through my eyes, my lord, my darling, my precious.
Maybe then you could find a cure for blindness.
Why, oh why, did you ever look at the sun?
You knew it would damage your eyes - you didn't know you slip off the roof and break your back, did you?)
I know! I know!
You protest too much, I think - but you, my dear, are in the minority.
Everyone else agrees with me.
And with your eyesight gone, you are nowhere near as independent as you used to be.
I am King of the castle now.
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They glow - someway, somewhow.
Sometimes I wish you could see their beauty through my eyes, my lord, my darling, my precious.
Maybe then you could find a cure for blindness.
Why, oh why, did you ever look at the sun?
You knew it would damage your eyes - you didn't know you slip off the roof and break your back, did you?)
I know! I know!
You protest too much, I think - but you, my dear, are in the minority.
Everyone else agrees with me.
And with your eyesight gone, you are nowhere near as independent as you used to be.
I am King of the castle now.
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