The eyes of the child
Is so sharp that he can
Only able to see You.
A child can say how You have
A beautiful blackish infallible body
and how You wear dress of lightning yellow
And a helmet of blazing gold.
It is You my dear who is enriched with
Four hands, earrings of molten gold
And eyes blood red with fury.
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