What is beauty
She’s your beau
She’s your favorite point of view
Heightened woes, fashion heels, painted toes, with a hue, that points at you
She’s no ruse
She’s no trick nor subterfuge
She’s your muse
She’s your truce
She’s that gain, you will not lose
But as she comes, she’s quick to go, what is beauty, but the blues…
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