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Eyes in the mist,
Staring out of the fog.
Watching all around,
Searching for reason,
In the chaos of life.
There is order,
Hidden away in the machine,
The beast.
It may be hard to find
But it is there,
A beacon shining through the mist
Of despair, loss, and sadness.
The eyes have it,
By god,
The eyes have it.
Tom Stanley
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