Maybe brownish are eyes, maybe eyes will be blue.
Anyhow eyes to mothers and fathers are true.
You know, there is no way a man change that thing can.
What he may, is to gather what from the tears ran.
Let us love one another, and do it the way
which we feel for and which is not proper to day.
And let Jesus be governing any a girl
who shows up in the mission the beast to unfurl.