Her eyes I looked,
But deep I fell
Into those balls like the bottomless pit
With no end.
They charm me
Who little can resist,
But more can fall
Till all the world grow dim.
Seductively they look.
Like a balm,
So her touch is to the soul,
And those who in her eyes look
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