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Well, I saw you once again, girl,
Through those “windows of the soul”:
Gems of hazel laughter
That always made me lose control.
Sometimes I’m weak, girl;
Some days I come out strong —
Within your sphere of influence
Nothing ever seems to last long,
Except the ceaseless calling
Of a love that keeps me falling
For the one who finally tore off my disguise:
Just wanting to be
Close to the heart I see
Looking thru those eyes.

Now, I’ve called you my Madonna
And I’ve called you my friend.
You were my beginning,
And I’d swear you’ll be my end.
I thought I’d win you;
I thought I’d write the song —
But when you’re in my life, my girl,
My plans don’t seem to last long.
Yet, in all this confusion
Of heartache and illusion,
My real desire should come as no surprise:
Forever to be
Close to the heart I see
Looking thru those eyes.

One day this green planet
May be barren as a stone,
And man, that tried to rule her,
Will be cold, and all alone;
Or Nature may escape him
And rise to right his wrong —
Within her sphere of influence
Nothing ever seems to last long.
But when your soul’s been lifted
Far beyond this world, and drifted
To the heavens, I’ll be right there in the skies,
Still longing to be
Close to the heart I see
Looking thru those eyes.