Gaze at the sky, count bright stars, one to many
And see what in my princess lies as a lie
In the heart of a common lover or any
Other lover overflown by sudden fake bye
Let shining stars shine bright as longer
You struggle to count my love's accolade
As if eternal it is, my lover's still younger
And is infinite her birth hasn't been paid
Gaze at the sea, let light your eye caress
For such brightness is my love's from up
That upon men's eyes fix death's blindness
And sees me the king, loves only my cup
In my world too, brighter love I'd liked
Please come, love, you get my life psyched.
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