I find myself fly up high.
When you look me in the eyes,
Even the blues turn alright.
When the warm breeze rushes down the street,
The intimate yet novel scent catches my breath'e.
When you are all ears to my stories,
My intuition welcomes you with absolut' dignity.
Oh dear,
Can't you see this is for infinity?
Then, let me label you my "eternity".
Kyel Kywai Chain
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