Whenever I look into your eyes
I see the magic
I see the beauty
I see what doesn't lie in this world
I feel that the world is empty
There is nothing elsewhere
I find emptiness
I find love
I find affection
I see relaxation
I don't find anything else
Whenever I look into your eyes
You are my everything
Your eyes are too lively
Your eyes are too magical
Your eyes are to lovely
I want to dive into them
For now and for a lifetime
There is so much magic
I cannot even handle it
O my beauty, you got gorgeous eyes
I want to dive into them
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