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The soul's a canvas, vast and deep,
Where emotions rise and softly sleep.
The eyes, a brush with strokes so swift,
Paint feelings bright, a vibrant gift.

Of joy, a gleam, a golden hue,
Of sorrow, shades of misty blue.
Of anger, fire, fierce and bold,
Of love, a story, ages old.

With every glance, a picture born,
A fleeting moment, light and torn.
The eyes reveal, with subtle art,
The hidden depths, the beating heart.

So gaze within, and you may find,
A soul's reflection, one of a kind.
A tapestry of thoughts and dreams,
A canvas painted, it would seem,

By eyes that hold the magic key,
To unlock secrets, wild and free.