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As I gazed into the eyes of a man.

They were deep and dark,
an empty, frozen place.

There was no fear.
There was no hate.

As I looked into those eyes,
they seemed endless as the cold night sky.
Yet I could not look away.

His freedom had left him
long ago.

Today, I looked into the eyes of a dead man

and saw that immortality
may not be just a dream.

For death is not an ending,

but the closing of one journey
and the beginning of another.