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| They say the eyes are the windows to your soul, They say a broken mirror brings bad luck, They say a lot of things. They�re wrong. Who are they? Are they really the same for all of us? Or do they differ for each of us? An illusion of one�s own? They smile. They cry. They laugh at us. Enlightment? Them are us? A cold stare they give you Scorn is all they show you Hatred, love�..nah They�an inner you? The light they show Mistakes you make They are never wrong You are reality, truth you are not |
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