Sometimes when the blue sea is turning black
I see a veiled beauty in her secret attire
Like a majestic queen, her short steps
A hopeless light shines in her brown eyes
But still her smile is sweet as young cherry
Her hair rejoice in its happy waves
Her long hands extends towards the despair me
She smells like me and she is me..
In my strange dreams I walk towards myself
Hoping to see the lost face of my age.
.........for.......... Collins.........
.........for.......... Collins.........
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