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You glance towards me, your face a smile as the sun shines down with a gold style that catches the light in your eyes. And in those eyes I see the blue of the sky and sapphire of the sea, the green of trees, the gray of a breeze rippling across emerald grass. In those eyes I see a crimson fire and a scarlet sunrise, the faded lilac of memories and stories faintly heard, the rose of ballads and singing song birds, and I realize: Your eyes hold every color in the world. And there is no room for my reflection.