My Beauty,
My Beauty is seen through that Mirror,
Iam thinking,
Comfort me in my purity,
That I may grow from discomfort,
This is the day that the World saw Truth,
It hast been seen,
Maybe men always do that which is WRONG,
Taking all imagery,
This is the Lovable Creation's,
Growing on and on that we may see TRUE Imagery,
I comfort the great Authority,
That the KINGDOM came from 20000 B.C.
To date you are still living all LOVABLE.
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