Who is your sudden replica.
The earth moves round the sun -
the sun is within me.
Who is your image
on the floating eye,
the sun burns all the energy
for you.
For your smooth sense
the whole world becomes unbalanced.
Do you think,
it is the only ocean, only river,
where you can cover a mind;
a soul of eternal beauty.
Whether he is your own replica or not.
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