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Flaming in the heat of the sun itself, I get lost
Into those beautiful and deep crimson eyes
They remind me of fire, and of rubies
Have I ever told you?
How much I love your eyes;
Those clear rubies of fire that many could get lost in
They're red as blood
I could get lost in your eyes any day;
And rubies compliment emeralds

The poem read. Hiei chuckled and wrote back

"Emeralds, huh? Are you deciding to start hinting who you are?"

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