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I follow the clock with my eyes
And lose sight of them.

My consciousness seems to dissolve into their white background.

Same white as the bright sunlight from my dreams.

Again I see you, that smile.

Who are you? Perfect stranger.

A smile brighter than any sun.

A smile that paints that white world in colorful hues.

Are you existing only in my imagination?

Are you the hand on the clock?
If I'm right, then never break.

Otherwise my heart will stop with the clock .

I'll never get tired of your predictable moves .

You are perfect just the way you are, without excess.

It puts me into a trance, don't wake me up.