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Your eyes tell a story,
Of good times and trials. Taking us back in time, Without buttons or dials. Those times you laughed aloud, Or when you softly wept. When you did someone proud. Or bravely faced your fears. Each story is unique, Not one is similar. Each is unpredictable, And all but unfamiliar. An important decision, An essay you wrote one day. Tasks done with swift precision, Though some lacked such passion. Your eyes tell a story, Of good times and trials. Taking us back in time, Without buttons or dials.
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