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Where evening settles, soft and clear,
Your quiet beauty draws it near.
Eyes like oceans, vast and free,
They drown the night in mystery.

By the old gate, shadows fall,
Yet light remains where you lean small.
One glance ignites the fading air,
A flame too bright for hearts to bear.

You stand where stone and ivy blend,
And silence bends, it will not end.
Your gaze, a song the dusk repeats,
A melody the night completes.

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avatar Beauty by the Wooden Door