'' Resembling the tip of the Iceberg, She is out of warmth,
An open book with dozens of pages torn,
More I try to decrypt, more I get drowned,
Under the sea of perplexity, out of calm,
Skin-deep, she looks vivid and halcyon, With candid attire, full of uncanny charm, Deep within, she is a mystery held by the dusty storm.''
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