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Nights are silent, nights are loud, it's dead yet it lives eternally. Nights haunt us and open our eyes. The ever silent night lays still in its lair and sees everything. The night has a thousand eyes and glorious wings! But do all those eyes of the night appear the same to everyone's eyes? Nights tell us a story but are those stories the same for everyone? The nights have a million shades and they appear different to a million other people. Every poem in this book depicts what a poet feels about a certain shade of the night. For the thousand eyes of night and its million shades, read what a poet has to depict. Who has the capacity to decide what the night tonight shows, here are those shades that a poet's eye adores.