Beauty is a bud that blooms
And sprouts like flower petals.
You gleam like morning dew
That twinkle when dawn cracks
Beauty is a fog in the sun
It fades away in the air.
Its a trench of smoke in the wind
That leaves you with nothing to glare
Beauty...
Is a shinning star in the silhouette.
When the true light shines,
It slowly burries its twinkling gleams
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