[Giotto] You Are My Eyes

I hear distant bells, accompanied by the trembling of pigeons in flight.

I see the choir's childish voices, and the warmth of sunlight scattered across the ground.

I watch the tides rise and fall with you, the flowers bloom and fade.

But I can never see you again.

As songs fill the air and drift away like the wind,

You praise weakness. I praise you.

Because I see through your eyes.

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