This world is Yours,
Yours, my God,
This wide world
And the bluish above,
I think it,
Who is my own,
But I find You
Standing by me?
In this world wide and vast,
Who is it my own,
I think it,
But find You
Standing by me,
You my own
In this world of the bluish above
And the vacuum around?
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