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Your eyes, your beautiful olive eyes, They remind me of the season of spring. The way they sparkle feels like new blossoms after the rain, Fresh as fields kissed by the morning dew, They carry a promise of life anew, A garden of hope that grows within you. And every
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Your eyes. Your beautiful silver eyes. They remind me of the season winter . The way they glimmer feels like snowflakes under pale moonlight. Calm as silence on a snowy hill, A steady gaze that makes time stand still, A gentle spark that warms through the chill. And every time you
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Your eyes. Your beautiful brownie eyes. They remind me of the season autumn . The way they shine feels like falling leaves in golden skies. Soft as whispers that comfort my soul, A warmth that stays and makes me feel whole, A golden fire that makes me feel comfortable. And every