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Your eyes are golden dust, my dears  -  so let me pray that no gold digger would never take you away ... Your eyes are golden dust my dears, and let me be bathed in the light that glows from you faces. Don't you know, my dears, what is life ? Now the sun is concealed behind a cloud bank, nonetheless it shines in your eyes. Your eyes are the mirror of the sky light and when landscape is misting over, your eyes are the stars that leads to the sun. While the sun is becoming hazy, your eyes are the golden opportunity to regain the hands of providence. When the sky is turning gloomy, your eyes are candlelight that enlighten my home all day long. In the chilly morning the chirpy wind brings through any pain while the sun is bringing out the roses of my garden. And mine is the blissful frame of mind when I make eye contact with you. May sorrow sadden me once, may the light grow dim all around me, may evil overwhelm my whole being, may disease overrun my home, may fear seize us all, may fury have a go at intruding inside us all, may grimness blind our mind away, may uncleanness go on the prowl, may even death knock on the door, I do know the golden rule : your eyes are a godsend to us all. But don't you know, my dears, what is life ? Once your own eyes could cloud over, once your own eyes could reveal a shimmer of a forlorn expression ; may a shade snatch away the beauty from your eyes, may pain trouble the light of your eyes, may a tear thin the life in your eyes, may fright overshadow your eyes, may sickness even close your eyes, I do know the golden rule : I will be a godsend to you all. Your eyes are golden dust, my dears, and the light they radiate is engraved deep inside of me, so any time the twilight soars in your own sky, I will unearth this light you just need for your eyes to shine again. Your eyes are golden dust, my dears, so let me pray that no gold digger would never meet them ...
	For all of mine 24/08/07 Isabelle Coquinot