Late I night a was taken in my sleep by a fantasy
In a world with no color, in broad daylight two eyes longed for me
Not in the least afraid of the side of my face concealed by shadow
Not obsessed with the thought of beauty being not so shallow
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Late I night a was taken in my sleep by a fantasy
In a world with no color, in broad daylight two eyes longed for me
Not in the least afraid of the side of my face concealed by shadow
Not obsessed with the thought of beauty being not so shallow