The earth is the same,
And the sky is the same too;
This heart is an ocean,
And the eyes are its whirlpools,
Belief is the same,
And same are the delusions,
The moon and galaxy are the same,
Your form and feastures,
your conversation are the same,
But I have the sense for many days,
The sun is thawing
Decending into clamours;
In fact you tone is twisting.
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