eyes
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tears fae fallin fae ma | eyes | an the salt ay thaim |
oscar with tears in her | eyes | and a speech that went |
and dissolving tears fill my | eyes | and stream down my face |
there were tears in their | eyes | as they waved farewell it |
there were tears in his | eyes | because he who had no |
life aboot it wis ma | eyes | fur the tears had washed |
later drew tears to his | eyes | he brushed them away with |
that with tears in my | eyes | i was putting them all |
wid bring tears tae yer | eyes | nae fish or chips or |
s breadth sleep was fitful | eyes | smudged with tears of exhaustion |
squeezing his fingers on his | eyes | to stop the tears ronnie |
long and then shut your | eyes | again stick darling you mustn |
hide and seek shut your | eyes | and dinnae peek play relievers |
on meanings again shut your | eyes | fiona says i don t |
viewing it from a distance | eyes | half shut i see vyborni |
your mouth shut and your | eyes | mouth and eyes shut dinna |
door shut against the rovin | eyes | my old dear s in |
that she composed with her | eyes | shut and felt scarcely any |
then he d come too | eyes | shut chin digging into the |
and your eyes mouth and | eyes | shut dinna sook it yuck |
heighten the impact keep your | eyes | shut here s the bad |
boots on and his blue | eyes | shut the brutal mechanical nature |
your ears and shut your | eyes | so you cannae see the |
did they then led us | eyes | still shut into the portal |
f1102: i ve got sair | eyes | f1101: sair eyes no f1102: |
what s that f1114: his | eyes | f1113: his eyes f1114: this |
f1114: his eyes f1113: his | eyes | f1114: this this is going |
some eyes mum f1113: some | eyes | f1114: yes in the mouth |
your eyes what s your | eyes | for so you can se- |
what do you need your | eyes | for you need your eyes |
her eyes her dark dark | eyes | glowing in the midst of |
wife i concentrate on her | eyes | her dark dark eyes glowing |
that stuff goes in your | eyes | it makes your eyes sore |
go on then f1114: some | eyes | mum f1113: some eyes f1114: |
got sair eyes f1101: sair | eyes | no f1102: aye f1101: you |
eyes for you need your | eyes | so you can s- m1094: |
your eyes it makes your | eyes | sore and it goes up |
do you do with your | eyes | what s your eyes for |
s voice i opened my | eyes | a nurse leaned impatiently over |
and as he opened his | eyes | and realized where he was |
later joan christie opened her | eyes | her offspring was mewling making |
and opened his yellowish bloodshot | eyes | his lips barely moved i |
of him he opened his | eyes | in hell being in torment |
and never again opened his | eyes | on this side of time |
but that man got his | eyes | opened at that moment to |
kind o opened up my | eyes | really quite m1163: aye it |
be fine i opened my | eyes | stepped back down the slope |
was it really opened her | eyes | that seein pictures on the |
and then slowly opened my | eyes | were pretty well accustomed to |
s polished apple face her | eyes | bright as dark olives as |
faced the bench his dark | eyes | constantly searching for signs of |
thin and dark and blue | eyes | glancing at her as she |
when i remember her dark | eyes | glistening surrounded by those fabulous |
hollow s a viking longboat | eyes | have a dark metallic glow |
round little face and dark | eyes | register more concern than mum |
s day her luminous dark | eyes | surveyed me she was perhaps |
causing me i closed my | eyes | and by an effort of |
piano the man closed his | eyes | and let the music his |
on the ground head back | eyes | closed he sighs luxuriously after |
t need to keep your | eyes | closed or anything you could |
as he lay there his | eyes | closed the strange path of |
old guitar player closed his | eyes | for the last time he |
mate graeme kelling closed his | eyes | for the last time in |
more darkness i open my | eyes | yes they ve been closed |
is red and his blue | eyes | are opaque even to his |
squint in his narrow blue | eyes | even more pronounced than usual |
long pigtails and big blue | eyes | her name is pamela and |
think [censored: forename] s got blue | eyes | like this that s better |
i can t take my | eyes | off its elegant navy blue |
a long time his blue | eyes | squinting inwardly whether he is |
job he says his blue | eyes | squinting mother hears him but |
mouth open and his blue | eyes | staring then he realises what |
team with his hard blue | eyes | thin smile on his face |
have changed will you your | eyes | will still be the blue |
you looked straight into my | eyes | with your cobalt blue ones |
a jackhammering bastard behind her | eyes | her mouth rough as a |
juice cherry mouth apple cheek | eyes | like sloes everyone else is |
as you looked into my | eyes | almost three times as i |
looked each other in the | eyes | an unusual happening signalling a |
and looked straight into my | eyes | if we have children they |
face the pear shaped amber | eyes | looked up at the mother |
you make love with your | eyes | open he looked at me |
recognized herself looked like hell | eyes | red as radial flares of |
i looked into mum s | eyes | something naked showed for a |
so with her big round | eyes | and her red red lips |
was locked to the metal | eyes | bulging red gums chewing a |
really far gone practically paralytic | eyes | glassy and red rimmed with |
hair reid een are red | eyes | rantin is partying wytelessness is |
and by her inflamed red | eyes | sounds like christina aguilera said |
f1123: don t rub your | eyes | tootie eh red you re |
above his square moustache the | eyes | behind the glasses grim as |
thousand ocean graves behind his | eyes | i hear the tempests roar |
behind the gates of the | eyes | is it plucking the beautiful |
a little way behind my | eyes | rolled back i turned a |
position behind the bench and | eyes | the audience appraisingly for a |
had jet lag behind my | eyes | they ached but i managed |
two slices of salami his | eyes | watery behind new contact lenses |
black um things for his | eyes | and they ve got holes |
got black things for their | eyes | and they ve m804: mmhm |
still love me bewildered black | eyes | answer you must not worry |
i could scarcely believe my | eyes | everything is white and black |
been seen sporting two black | eyes | her husband joe a merchant |
have to be given black | eyes | i demand loudly it s |
got black things for its | eyes | it s m804: uh huh |
big black lines under her | eyes | mammy whit s c mere |
magisterial swirl of black all | eyes | moved to the high wooden |
who give good mothers black | eyes | rage engulfs me you re |
admired as a student her | eyes | were intensely black indian ink |
i hears i heard een | eyes | dat that those at that |
look at dwam daydream een | eyes | eejit idiot fair ganting fir |
dwyne v dwindle een n | eyes | eftir prep after eftirstang n |
hard to light een are | eyes | faa is fall glee is |
sea shells wir our een | eyes | hits its dat that at |
f1091: yer een and yer | eyes | is that right careful chum |
oo spoke aboot een no | eyes | it s aye it s |
heard my grandsons talkin aboot | eyes | oo oo spoke aboot een |
of village doos pigeons een | eyes | sye scythe coarn oats swaars |
s long face and grey | eyes | as mother arrives at the |
was darkly flushed and his | eyes | glared redly grey face indeed |
craggy celtic face and amused | eyes | he talked with loving familiarity |
thudded onto the cat s | eyes | his delicate pointed face was |
mr happy face with asian | eyes | painted on in yellow in |
face was taut and his | eyes | were like pinheads he brushed |
stuck in her face for | eyes | whereas the sonnets which seem |
you look them in the | eyes | would you turn and face |
in a loincloth before your | eyes | and him a rock to |
a case of closing your | eyes | and letting the tide of |
shirt which did match your | eyes | and shapeless tan cord trousers |
the sun s in your | eyes | and you pull the visor |
put some shampoo in your | eyes | f1111: you be very careful |
f1113: yes aw your tired | eyes | f1114: [exhale] yes f1113: night |
blond hair falling into your | eyes | i had no idea you |
against him gazing into his | eyes | i know you miss your |
t shine it in your | eyes | look at you quite a |
ve got sleepiness in your | eyes | m1098: aye f1097: let mum |
m804: hah m805: for your | eyes | m804: like a wee mask |
come onto your floor the | eyes | of cleaners follow you down |
eye s okay m1110: your | eyes | okay mam f1109: oh i |
have like stars in your | eyes | on with the sound down |
whispered trying to dry my | eyes | on your shoulder you know |
sheena easton sang for your | eyes | only no one laughed at |
song of whales as your | eyes | roll back and your dry |
rain and before your very | eyes | rose bushes send out shoots |
advise you to have your | eyes | tested jonsar thocht oh weel |
mm f637: tae get your | eyes | tested m608: mmhm f637: and |
ve a bit in your | eyes | that s it off right |
until up they tested your | eyes | then at seven m608: uh |
that your [inaudible] mind your | eyes | then come forward head back |
interesting it opens up your | eyes | to how people really live |
shit now you flicked your | eyes | to mine in the shifty |
do you do with your | eyes | what do you need your |
it loud motorbike watch your | eyes | you ve a bit in |
drappie mair teenie closes her | eyes | and drinks some more almost |
onybody couk teenie closes her | eyes | and holds on tight she |
had sat quietly filling her | eyes | and mind with the long |
shakes her head wipes her | eyes | and nose again then i |
a tissue she dries her | eyes | and nose an never as |
to him half closes her | eyes | and puts out the tip |
me she never shuts her | eyes | and she always watches me |
nae need quickly dries her | eyes | and smiles we maun wurk |
my daddy something else her | eyes | are very bright and shiny |
misty grey blueness of her | eyes | aware of an unbearable sadness |
wipe of her nose and | eyes | bessie that s the first |
do no wrong in her | eyes | chrissie is not amused georgie |
the plastic cuddy david s | eyes | followed her jabbing finger the |
still holding on to her | eyes | for the rest of her |
her notice beatrice mcsherry s | eyes | gleamed with malevolent glee back |
regarded her colleague wearily through | eyes | heavy lidded from three hours |
key of her nippy wee | eyes | i could have sworn my |
paused a moment her hooded | eyes | in their thin cowls of |
ma treisur gazes into her | eyes | it s fullie five year |
she fires daggers with her | eyes | it s some feat blowing |
rolling his huge brown walrus | eyes | limply in her direction what |
o me olga wipes her | eyes | mercie ah wunner whit s |
she hurt maggie wiping her | eyes | nothing you can see looks |
homar but he never set | eyes | on the statue of her |
or her wi the droopy | eyes | or you would try an |
name s clytemnestra crying her | eyes | out the poor wee lamb |
the jaundiced whites of her | eyes | part of me recoiled in |
had never lent me her | eyes | pp 123 4 liza used |
russian food and predictably her | eyes | rolled in horror tastes all |
cotton one slipper off her | eyes | sealed tight together like a |
was stirring there closing her | eyes | she clasped her hands together |
hands half cupped over her | eyes | she hardly dared to look |
amber glow of her deep | eyes | she sighed after a while |
my darling or cynthia her | eyes | shining in the moonlight gazed |
scanned her completed questionnaire his | eyes | shot up then lowered again |
in denim her spaced out | eyes | slack jaw and protruding tongue |
the daylight her deep set | eyes | still seemed to glitter but |
as anythin bethia rolled her | eyes | take a chill pill there |
the sun it pains her | eyes | tess disnae want ti scream |
look mummy straight in her | eyes | they are a nasty grey |
enough in some folk s | eyes | they tried to trick her |
the old cat closes her | eyes | throu the grampians a jet |
him too half closes her | eyes | thrusts out her pink lower |
in waiting she keeps her | eyes | towards the altar the grieving |
glanced at alba but her | eyes | were fixed on the scuffed |
and her clothing although her | eyes | were sunk into deep caves |
oneything disappear sadie covers her | eyes | who said that agnes ye |
in his jotter opens her | eyes | wide and makes an o |
in breath and opens her | eyes | wide in mock excitement he |
joe jimmy noticed mum s | eyes | widen to a glare her |
than you an me his | eyes | widened in disbelief at her |
d used to dry her | eyes | with for once babs s |
on her doorstep shading her | eyes | with her hand and looking |
invited us to open our | eyes | i took off my hat |
at andy with wide open | eyes | is she glad or sorry |
except that wee andy s | eyes | open just as i am |
the carpet my daddy s | eyes | open very wide and she |
p c macnamara rubbed his | eyes | sleepily and stared open mouthed |
lazarus off the lino the | eyes | sprang open she pulled herself |
light getting bigger hurting his | eyes | a peerie bit filling the |
gub he gie his yucky | eyes | a rub tae fin whit |
the the numbers as his | eyes | and a number for his |
the window wide closing his | eyes | and breathing deeply he pictured |
down leant back narrowed his | eyes | and heaved a satisfied sigh |
slows down he opens his | eyes | and looks at me he |
cap which falls over his | eyes | and makes the adults laugh |
yet something beguiling brightened his | eyes | and overrode any initial misgivings |
him momentarily he rubbed his | eyes | and shivered the alarm clock |
put make up on his | eyes | and stuff m811: [cough] [laugh] |
child is carried ashore his | eyes | are filled with shards of |
mummy frog did and his | eyes | are not soft at all |
out of its socket his | eyes | are ready to water mother |
wants his mother as our | eyes | become adjusted to the darkness |
out and beth meets his | eyes | before accepting it about to |
tae holland weir groaned his | eyes | dimmed and brightened like failing |
seen the fear in his | eyes | doubting thomas he was crumbling |
the blanket s ower his | eyes | f1141: [inaudible] oh did you |
light jewels and oh his | eyes | full of the wondrous whiteness |
and presses it to his | eyes | he turns away out of |
they look like authoritarian bastard | eyes | his hands feel like claws |
forehead against his forehead his | eyes | in the mirror were that |
a manic gleam to his | eyes | insane said boswell oh i |
and down right afore his | eyes | it sides breathing out and |
me sat leaning forward his | eyes | moving from the road ahead |
spain neil not opening his | eyes | no loretta it s like |
drops from his hanger the | eyes | of the wood gleam slitted |
off on manoeuvres keeping his | eyes | peeled for maggoty business the |
of rangoon 4 the rovin | eyes | plugged although without his body |
was counting the days his | eyes | seemed sad and soulful though |
koolyghin wha kens wipes his | eyes | smiling thare ye ve garred |
like a fine brandy his | eyes | stalked every women who crossed |
dart pointing straight between his | eyes | the echoes of the tinny |
was quite struck by his | eyes | they were exceptionally powerful and |
that the knicht raises his | eyes | to heaven and protects himself |
door of the shed his | eyes | took a meenit t adjust |
a lady s belt his | eyes | travelled up past a plain |
oan he smiles bit his | eyes | ur flat lifeless bj lot |
of his throat felt his | eyes | water recovered and said that |
not move his head his | eyes | were constantly shifting taking in |
did not look convinced his | eyes | were unblinking in the half |
the moonbeams from his sleeping | eyes | which must perforce be viewed |
fingers in front of his | eyes | whitever it is yir seein |
wearing goggles to protect his | eyes | would gradually turn this into |
love i risk opening my | eyes | and am confronted with that |
look at my daddy s | eyes | and he is telling mummy |
baseball hat to shade my | eyes | and i d rather look |
dissolve with teenage embarrassment my | eyes | catch the title of the |
they are creating before my | eyes | each letter each word elevated |
f1121: too bright in my | eyes | f1122: mum i ll take |
a snowman okay right f1122: | eyes | for my snowman f1121: very |
drinking it in with my | eyes | forget me not cacti suffer |
although i sometimes find my | eyes | glazing over at the technicalities |
says looking straight into my | eyes | i don t really want |
almonds under my eager apprentice | eyes | i watched him at work |
the heid right between my | eyes | i withdraw out of range |
beaumont listen i canny hae | eyes | in the back o my |
this spirit with my own | eyes | in the year 2000 after |
into the house snuggled my | eyes | into its yellow glory yellow |
mist in front of my | eyes | is real it s not |
m942: cause you had googly | eyes | [laugh] f940: look at my |
or no footprints through the | eyes | of my feet moor grasses |
priest who clearly never clapped | eyes | on my grampa dan in |
pretty i first set my | eyes | on sweet molly malone she |
old dear i fix my | eyes | on the altar too trying |
until it swims before my | eyes | richard wee richard havenae seen |
its pine swathed crag my | eyes | shoot imaginary lines from the |
window this fine morning my | eyes | stop by the loch as |
peculiar to mediterranean ports my | eyes | surveyed the thomas cook ish |
no one to help my | eyes | swept the great height and |
on so i got my | eyes | tested and mam got anna |
stunning sickening blow between the | eyes | that you were my one |
shine once more before my | eyes | time the file time wears |
at the fiery glow worms | eyes | to have my love to |
weight shifted i lifted my | eyes | to the mountains rising up |
s heater thawed me my | eyes | too kept moving to that |
overlooking the olive terraces my | eyes | traced the stairs leading up |
echoing in my head my | eyes | were dazzled by the bright |
daddy is staring into my | eyes | without blinking and are you |
big big snake [inhale] some | eyes | mum f1113: go on then |
m1096: you look in that | eyes | and then and then looking |
with a hand over the | eyes | and you don t look |
i do he s got | eyes | f1121: he has look that |
you familiar skile look with | eyes | shielded höve throw dem them |
always endured staring into the | eyes | of the terrible stars watching |
staring into each other s | eyes | ready to spring again into |
spun snow stinging into our | eyes | we took the metro to |
and he s got two | eyes | again f1114: [inaudible] oh f1113: |
f1114: it s nae got | eyes | it s no f1113: has |
bit the gargoyle to unprejudiced | eyes | never such a foe half |
somebody he had never set | eyes | on before and for god |
sister whom i never set | eyes | on cooked and served up |
important i have never set | eyes | on the national plan for |
f646: christened them old four | eyes | and things like that you |
a spout it shuts its | eyes | as stroking its old skin |
m805: got holes for their | eyes | and the and and the |
off the roaring mill nose | eyes | and throat got full of |
it he s got two | eyes | has he not got a |
the little baby got sleepy | eyes | m1098: nah f1097: aw better |
and mam got anna s | eyes | tested at the same time |
takeaway oh pussy what big | eyes | you ve got floppy s |
owl blinked its two yellow | eyes | off and on off and |
seems that our ears and | eyes | are too delicate to absorb |
aye cause i had googly | eyes | too m942: cause you had |
rolling before i catch members | eyes | given the increase in demand |
of them had ever clapped | eyes | on the bag before i |
to each other with their | eyes | about something i don t |
each other up through coloured | eyes | in the lounge the temperature |
to each other with their | eyes | most of the time i |
bed close to me our | eyes | lose contact i am drowning |
panting from our climb he | eyes | me pleading for a morsel |
the wool pulled over our | eyes | on certain prison visits i |
wool is pulled over our | eyes | on this occasion i genuinely |
we should not close our | eyes | to that the icc will |
we did not because our | eyes | were focused on the new |
link hands and close our | eyes | which we did they then |
over fingers brushing fur across | eyes | but whose claws dig deep |
the wool over the sharp | eyes | of that senior citizen how |
doaktur shined lights in ma | eyes | an rapt a wee hammer |
not eden wee andy s | eyes | are darker every day but |
the creature unfortunately in the | eyes | of the wee cat eric |
definitely seeing through janie s | eyes | but it is not always |
for size through butcher s | eyes | hare screams sun sinks like |
right through him oval green | eyes | sad as all tomorrows wid |
blair and bush through british | eyes | surprised some do not like |
strangely silent through soft focussed | eyes | the piling up of small |
stags heads complete with glassy | eyes | a decapitated leopard and a |
roots she is slim with | eyes | and high cheekbones that make |
corner with terror in its | eyes | cat 9 inches elinor 6ft |
at us with horrible staring | eyes | exactly like the authoritarian bastard |
the man with the strange | eyes | from the toilets just as |
the locals regarded them with | eyes | hooded with suspicion one drunk |
what you stare with horny | eyes | is such a surprising statement |
a young dragon exquisite with | eyes | of deepest jade he will |
blood is congealed snow frosted | eyes | stare with an innocence reborn |
if with two sets of | eyes | the ones borrowed from salvador |
fixed me with perceptive narrow | eyes | tonight we celebrate i ve |
pick f1093: it s the | eyes | what do you do with |
m going to choose oh | eyes | what do you do with |
dirty man with very strange | eyes | who enquired of me coo |
the waking world close their | eyes | with the slow the quick |
respect hours later the rovin | eyes | are still giving it laldy |
a hoodie crow peck the | eyes | from a still born lamb |
s funeral its tin tack | eyes | are wide but sightless sightless |
tribe spent rubies in its | eyes | dutch french and gaelic pounded |
thing an it rolls its | eyes | f606: oh yeah f829: a |
hissing in its slits of | eyes | for it is ancient venomous |
down stew can t close | eyes | that s fine need a |
their partner s arm their | eyes | amazed to see little between |
as a chaise long their | eyes | are lustrous as lilies they |
at least also tipped their | eyes | at him and she knew |
is this stars in their | eyes | dimps where s that fuckin |
stars sing stars in their | eyes | f631: [laugh] uh huh [laugh] |
is rustling see their bright | eyes | gleam thochts on meevement i |
without hesitation winking as their | eyes | met aboot seven fiona was |
girls were born wearing egyptian | eyes | mothers tightened their curfews locked |
might not have had their | eyes | on the ball at that |
talking at once while their | eyes | rove the church checking to |
[?]porace[/?] was [?]pocket[/?] [?]yak[/?] was | eyes | lantle meant you were clueless |
in the parliament when the | eyes | of business were not upon |
conversation gob stoppers bull s | eyes | sherbet and liquorice were also |
not meant to be pounded | eyes | were not meant to be |
of a chord the rovin | eyes | were playing suburbia i always |
just as the small grey | eyes | were plugged at the sides |
she had ehm total googly | eyes | but she loved me cause |
at me while the rovin | eyes | played leaving on a jet |
suffered from cataracts on both | eyes | apparently the doctor had put |
had done past the burning | eyes | of the recently bereaved they |
of the sonnets and whose | eyes | seem to have had a |
exclamation marks smirks and sparkling | eyes | those of us who had |
has some locus in the | eyes | of the parliament we have |
hair roots an blindin ma | eyes | ah tell ye robert ah |
a decided tae keep ma | eyes | shite tut naw a meant |
sun wis blazin intae ma | eyes | so fierce ah thought it |
torch tae shine in ma | eyes | where ae ye gaun roond |
whit s up wi yir | eyes | graham she asked ur you |
strip you stole alba s | eyes | he said horrified lily left |
sean connery what sharp little | eyes | you have and he replies |
that you would make sore | eyes | feel better gie s a |
join you i felt the | eyes | of the dining room upon |
sky it jags against the | eyes | ringed by auschwitz wire you |
the courgette the potato made | eyes | at a golden delicious the |
are blethers making sheep s | eyes | at tups who re beginning |
backs aching from carrying stones | eyes | blind from straining at needles |
at a funeral aw they | eyes | moving aroond the graveside ah |
home i stared at the | eyes | of a blind toy holding |
hair like spun gowd an | eyes | violet coloured as blubells cam |
lashes of hers lime green | eyes | flirting up a storm they |
wi wur up ti oor | eyes | in debt slave labour wages |
we stand up to the | eyes | the weaving imagery appears here |
a young peter falk cross | eyes | and all and the smiling |
no poking them in the | eyes | and and f963: mm mmhm |
letters stood fur the hazy | eyes | and charred lung association the |
discourteous it depends on the | eyes | and ears of the beholder |
always said to have the | eyes | and grace of a girl |
biscuit o 6 when restless | eyes | are casting round and fertile |
the table and us oor | eyes | are weet wi sorra and |
white bags under nose and | eyes | gemini may 21 june 20 |
are placid faces and unseeing | eyes | in everlasting silence there are |
a new skull and new | eyes | m804: [laugh] m805: cause i |
forecast thunderbolt and lightening such | eyes | of smoky quartz such smouldering |
go er and catch the | eyes | of the g i s |
tongue hanging oot and the | eyes | popping oot m608: [laugh] aye |
the librarian s hands and | eyes | skim the mallorca shelves for |
chewing nuts and ogo pogo | eyes | sook them slow and watch |
prominent nose and sharp grey | eyes | which absorb every detail miss |
s a sang aboot bright | eyes | bit truth tae tell ere |
the chair mister derek s | eyes | hold mine in the mirror |
unicorn s horn john s | eyes | roved to the lofty height |
donald duck comes quacking beak | eyes | feathers legs are rendered almost |
adoringly six pear shaped amber | eyes | from the three small canine |
to a t those soulful | eyes | just on the brink of |
no no foam in the | eyes | darling f1112: [laugh] yeah yeah |
suicide lady rolls jelly baby | eyes | lost property no takers waiting |
a legitimate subject in thi | eyes | o dominies scots suldnae hae |
amount to murder in the | eyes | of contemporaries the context of |
be taken seriously in the | eyes | of foreigners the english especially |
police horrendously difficult in the | eyes | of many people it would |
does best windows rubbed cobwebbed | eyes | a sheep sat by a |
re a sight fur sore | eyes | hen that sounds horrible daddy |
mouse f1126: [tut] what colour | eyes | that dolly a mouse it |