I am missing in your eyes, see.
Nobody is here to ask anything
about our relationships.
I am here with so many cries,
so many smiles, so many colours
and with so many manners, shape and size.
You are here with me only with your eyes
And I am missing in your eyes, see
with climbings and falling.
And it is my life within your eyes, my dear,
And I have nothing to say more and
I am missing in your eyes.
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