what I see, is you holding on to the end of fight
showing a blind how to see colors and feel the light
what I hear, is you singing the song of the earth
teaching a stone to listen the reason of a birth
what I smell, is you smelling like an arabian jasmine
making a bee come near like a kid waiting to play so keen
what I talk, is you listening to me with all those ears
things so straight like with the sun the fog clears
what I feel, is can't say to you
all I know is what I feel is true
all I know is what I feel is true
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