A Flemish Painting

Your eyes are misting over
like the windows of a house
where it's warmer
inside
than out.

Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Let there be light, let there be light.

You're like a Flemish painting
in whose shadows I can find
all the secrets
you'd like
to hide.

Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Let there be light, let there be light.

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