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May 2020
The eyes are the windows,
To which, you have the key,
If you search far enough,
You will find honesty.

The eyes are the colours,
That bring this world its life,
Showing all the sadness,
And memories of strife.

The eyes are a painting,
A form of true art,
And beneath the surface,
The eyes show me your heart.
Carla
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Carla  17/F/Australia
(17/F/Australia)   
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     -, Bogdan Dragos, Carlo C Gomez and Eloisa
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