Fingers play and hand move
Warm breath nothing to prove
That these love days, like a dice
Every throw, new day, no price
New feeling, new place
Running from world, like they trace
Hiding, controlling and falling
Making every action so loving
Like, bird need to fly
And sky made it shy
Prevent going above
May fall over love
Still I'll praise
My faith, love will raise.
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