A few beautiful more will do no harm
Great being to feel within those charms
Sad tales be told, like stains they fade
Today, a day a memory made
Let them be messengers of tenders and care
Ones done said brought up from within what's rare
Let them flow a lively stream for soul to swim
Great power to live into heart, they ream
The feel so deep to define when no thrill lost
For uttered terms medicated the raging hurt
Birthed laughters amidst the hearted muse
For this feeling, a soul be the purse
A few beautiful more will slaughter the odds
To lighten up spirits walking darker routes
Such be a pill to relieve the grief
From a heart, it's a belief
Angry night birthed the dread
But they came to have a knight bred
When heart beats glitch in fears
And to blissed zones, they steer
Their echoes cleanse the ragged soul
To new branded from the overhaul
Melody they make brew sweetest symphony
Which became a syringe to kill the agony
A few beautiful more will do no harm
They'd help to stretch a folded arm
To length where stars reside
And there, to forever abide
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