To You—
My hands are expanded I am under the blue sky
I praise your beauty; smear that with your eye
My hands are expanded I am on green object
I praise your beauty; smear that with your intellect
At sky color eye of you my nice world I see
Keep my heart carefully at heart of thee
I want to lose myself casting anchor at your bright eye
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