If I spend ninety percent
Of the sun thinking only
Of myself that leaves ten
Thinking of the world
Sun take away world
Only equals the minus of myself
Except for the addition of you
You dare to sum me up
If I can put it like that
With a glance or a kiss
Will I never not be foolish
In your midst
Still counting on my fingers
All your suns and worlds
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