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When you are over with the thinking,
You are just left with the beauty.
Sometimes I remember,
What I forgot,
Forgot what I already got,
Beauty remembers the making,
Sleeping remembers the awakening.
Blame, the one who made me,
He knows all my secrets,
He knows all my regrets,
He knows my human,
He knows my divine.
The maker made a dream worth dreaming. He sculpted you to move in his dreams,leading you to the doors of his heart through the calligraphy of your words praising him in love.