| As I opened my eyes, I can hear you whisper.|
It is like the cool voice, of the crisp, Winter's chill.
Your eyes, hover above me, like a cloudless, blue sky.
The gentle breeze, sweep your locks, across a perfect landscape.
I glanced, at your curvy hills, while the sun, descends in the shadow.
Your soul, has a perfect . . .
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