But a dream-life,
But a life-the sky,
But the sky-opened eyes.
I am under the surveillance,
Of your eyes.
And I am cautious
While going high and high.
Your Highness,
I am in bare body,
See me and
I am before you.
And always
I am blind.
But you are there
To see me
How I am here
Under you.
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