Washington, District of Columbia: The eye you see,
Is the eye that heals.
It's lashes branch out,
so you may tie a swing,
And keep your head in the clouds.
So when a bird sings,
You can hear the melody,
Even if the melody is miles away.
The eye is bright,
It's sight foresees a future,
A future of your choice,
To whatever your heart's desire.
However you chose,
The choice is always yours.
For the eye can only foresee,
Whatever future you chose to believe.

The eye you see, Is the eye that heals. It's lashes branch out, so you may tie a swing, And keep your head in the clouds. So when a bird sings, You can hear the melody, Even if the melody is miles away. The eye is bright, It's sight foresees a future, A future of your choice, To whatever your heart's desire. However you chose, The choice is always yours. For the eye can only foresee, Whatever future you chose to believe.

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