Woman's face like a portrait,
painted by the nature's own hand,
hang in the wall of every man's dream,
no one can see but he himself,
admires the beauty all the time,
like the eyes brighter than diamond,
but her heart not acquainted,
till the nature give the life,
till the time give the life,
to the curves of his brushes,
dream is the only treasure...
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