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When I look up
I found your shape
When I look at the horizon in the east

I find your shine
When I look at the horizon in the west
I f find your hair holding the mount
As treasure as wires of gold
When a fresh wind touches me
I hear your voice whispers in melody

When the sun shines
I see your smile's teeth  
When I see the green land
I rememeber how you are kind
the love fills every shape the lover , and makes him as mad man

— The End —