Dear let me look at your eyes
They are like a brightening stars
Looking at them make me fly high
We should live in a golden bar
You always run, May I ask why?
My love, let me see you more
My precious, please do not lie
You should prove your love dear
Oh, dear it is fine to cry
Both are vanished but love can not die
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