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Beneath the moon's gentle, silver sheen,
Lies a tale of a goat's eye, once so keen.
In the stillness of night, it softly weeps,
A solemn secret, it silently keeps.
The spark of life, now a distant memory,
In the goat's eye, a world of mystery.
A window to the past, a portal to the soul,
In its lifeless gaze, stories unfold.
Once a part of nature's intricate design,
Now a relic of time, in the moonlight's shine.
A symbol of transition, a passage to the unknown,
In the dead goat's eye, a story is sown.
In the grand tapestry of life, we find our place,
The goat's eye a reminder of life's transient grace.
In the hush of night, under the starry sky,
The dead goat's eye whispers, as time passes by.
...........................SIMPLYPOET
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SIMPLY POET, A SIMPLE POET.......
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