The sky is still blue over here
The winds still carry sounds near
The sun rises at the fall of dawn
And the stars at the wilt of dusk
Why Would the heaven's eye dimmed
When above, my eyes no cloud behold?
Thou the width of the ocean distanced us
Yet, in me, you're all my heart whispers
Why would the nearest star blurred
Where the farthest over glowed?
And many voices that rode the wind,
In my chest, yours is fed and cared
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