Every time when I see thee
Through my invisible eye
I see thou in my fathom
Soundlessly seated with me
No hurry- -no any hustle of worry
Sail in roof of love
Without any cry of loveless life
Every time when I see thee
Through my invisible eye
I see thou high and high
I try to reach what doth he preach
In this life of Highness
Till the last point of stand of my life
I try my best to bestowed what by thee....
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