The colour the light bears changes according to our wishes,
It is like something of our persistence, our very perseverance;
It was the yellow of the light, the white light burnt us,
As genius opened its patience as we perceived,
And the beautiful light obtained attention.
In you is a sight, in you is sent an idea
To recognise the overbearing light:
It was like some sort of laser, a banner,
One of the words was lost.
In you is this remarkable light from the eye.
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