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Hours go by as if they were
Simply moments in eternity,
The joy they bring is without
Measure, without calculations.
In a sense, it's all a dream
As the days go by and I open
My eyes and so much has passed
By and then I open my eyes,
And all the beauty is standing
There as if it was picture etched
In the palm of my hand that
Never fades away and in my life
You're as beautiful today as you
Were the first day I knew that
You existed in this world for me.