It is a loan for life, the beauty of it,
What does blend with the eyes?
The pair of slanting eyes look in us,
They belong to a man of long life.
Having is letting go of the death,
Loathe him if he is in death of himself.
To be advanced, the riddle is conveyed
Through the mouth so suddenly.
A pair of slanting eyes stares at your laughter,
Concentrating so violently with appeal.
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