I'll tell you my dear; I'd be a wanderer, compass-less and afraid of the sun. The sky would remain blue and colourless.
Another one who doesn't know a damn thing.
It's in you. The darker blue which rims the lighter in your eyes, the
details.
My dear, you see, I maintain you know me well, you know me and you love me and I know you. Every beauty spot, every mole, every mark.
Never disillusioned. I know you.
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