Things are a little deranged, a bit askew,
the one who can set them straight is you;
A new life is rising, the day is new,
and the light of this dawn is you;
Now ‘am just waiting for the God's cue,
He's a magician and His magic is you;
Rain, Sunshine and morning dew,
all that is beautiful is you;
Moments were dull, without any hue,
everything colorful is you;
Nothing else I wish to pursue,
all I want is you, only you.
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