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There are thoughts that appear before the eyes That yet eyes has not even fathomed. There are lots of vacuum that might seem to be free But in the stance, their space will not be filled. This eyes we use to see Sometimes delude when it face with odds. An eyes to a gentle soul Inscribe decaful of words. An eyes to a benign mind intranse expressions that are yet to be told. But no one head a note That can be decipher in the mid. Can a chap clamed with books becomes bookish By the virtue of the note in his hands? Tis not a peculiar asset that connotes a lord Or a loan to his mindset.