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You ask me what sustains my eyes while my heart becomes a senseless whirl
I cannot help but smile at the slightest thought of him,
He is the living autumn-multi colored facets of beauty like the fallen leaves and those that linger on branches
His eyes are envied by the lune rouge, envied by the setting sun, for their color always remain the hue of bright amber
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