You are a beauty,
in your own perfect sight,
and i don't have to see you,
to know it's right,
and,
i understand your truth,
maybe don't know it all,
but i'll spend the rest of my life,
finding out,
about you.....
I thought i knew it all,
after all i wrotre the book,
i thought i had it all under control with every look,
I thought that i was right,
no matter what i said,
i can only imagine was was going though my head.
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