"In March 1903, while Johnson was in the University Post Office in the old Main Building, Sinclair arrived, grinned, handed Johnson a folded scrap of brown laundry paper, and left. On it, scribbled in pencil with scratched-out lines and corrections, was the first draft of a poem:
They watch above you all the day, The bright blue eyes of Texas. At midnight they're with you all the way, The sleepless eyes of Texas.
The Eyes of Texas are upon you, All the livelong day. The eyes of Texas are upon you, They're with you all the way. They watch you through the peaceful night, They watch you in the early dawn, When from the eastern skies the high light Tells that the night is gone.
Sing me a song of Texas, And Texas' myriad eyes Countless as the bright stars That fill the midnight skies.
Vandyke brown, vermillion, Sepia, Prussian blue, Ivory black and crimson lac, And eyes of every hue."
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