true beauty can't be made
it can only be found and heard and seen
it's in the early rising dawn
it's in the glorious setting sun
it's the blood red rose
it's the song of a bird
it's in yourself where it shall stay
till the time of your death where you shall lay in the arms of GOD
who will take you away
from the pain you endured on your last day
true beauty can't be made
it can only be found
it's like the song of your heart
and the song of your soul
blended into one
to create a beautiful whole
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