What do people care about?
It's terrible, you see.
All they want is beautiful,
But ends in vanity.
What they want is outward looks,
Which is not so bad.
But they miss the one true mark,
The heart is left for fad.
Look at all the broken hearts
Which are cast away.
Seldom seen their lovely looks,
Which do inward lay.
As we enter into heav'n,
Our eyes will open wide,
We'll lament our foolishness
And wish them by our side.
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