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eyes

Stare deep into her almond crescents

And you’ll understand the story

Of how her beauty is of sweet glory

For just her eyes reveal her presence

Gorgeous, sensual, and loving lore

Entrancing soul windows open the door

To her heart, the heartbroken’s convalescence

What they would give for a romantic quarry

With the tender aura of her very essence

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