So high,
So far,
But it is near to me,
In dream
In mind
It is always with me.
But it is far from me,
Looking through the eyes of fascination,
It is near and dear to me.
Since we can only look throguh,
The eyes of real deed,
It is far away from me.
Can you find what is it?
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