A morning sky rise above,
In a boulevard, where I stand.
I somewhere saw your dreamy eyes,
that punch, and put me to fantasized.
As you go near towards my face,
my mind spoke with a shaky voice,
"Where have you been, my princess?
For so long, you, I've waited for."
I am knocking on your door,
please accept what I've longing for,
to know what your name stands for,
and to recognize your sweet voice.
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