Her eye is blue. Her eye is closed. Her eye
 is blue.
She does sneeze. The fabric rent,
Blessing fall from the sky.

Her eye is green. Her eye is closed. Her eye
 is green.
Her eye is green.
Empires are threatened at her glance
 in men of mean estate.

She surveys the world with wide-eyed refrain,
 then whips me with the lashes of an eye.