Sometimes, You sweep the stars unwittingly
You have the Sun in your arms, You never know
A child looks into your eyes, Your turn your back
You have an orchestra in your lungs, You never hear
What you have been living through is a great love, You never understand
It flies away, Although you run after it, You never get a hold of it.
You have the Sun in your arms, You never know
A child looks into your eyes, Your turn your back
You have an orchestra in your lungs, You never hear
What you have been living through is a great love, You never understand
It flies away, Although you run after it, You never get a hold of it.
William Shakespeare
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