I think
I want to know it.
The mystery of creation
have unfold its supreme wonder to me.
The clouds never stop.
Nobody sees me standing here day by day.
The ducks think me so lonely.
Up the vault of sky,
gazing at the empty spaces.
Oh.
Touch my heart the moon.
You with me the same fate.
Your language and song as a gift to god.
Now
I think I give,
I think I offer
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