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In eyes that gleam like midnight skies, A world of ancient tales resides, With grace that flows like silken streams, She walks, the echo of our dreams. Her hair, a river, dark and deep, Whispers secrets mountains keep, And in her smile, the blossoms bloom, A fleeting scent of sweet perfume. Through bamboo groves, her spirit flies, A timeless beauty, wise and wise, She is the dawn, the twilight's hue, An endless song of something true.