You look like the sun,
Like the dream, like the truth,
I despise everyone,
But love talking to you.
Your voice is poetic,
When you sing and you talk.
And I love your esthetic,
It’s the best in the world.
But we are far away,
And when will I see you?
But I hope that one day,
You'll tell me, "I'm going, Asiya!”
One day
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