Brighter then other, your window burning,
The brighten is everything, is connected with you,
Your window I want to be, you are
It sees all the time before itself.
Sometimes the sun I want to be,
To touch your lips gently by the rays,
As your owen I want the heat to stream
And to warm in the frosty nights.
Your sword sometimes I want to be,
And to herd away all troubles and worries,
I want by one way to walk,
And let the end of the road is not exist.
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