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Where Beauty Lies And as I sit to begin a verse whether prose or rhyme I think of things that seem worse and even as I block my eye to those things they surface Its not the beauty of a rose that is being lost in me We can only go where our hearts know the muse will lead indeed and the written words purpose So for now the writngs ramble on in frowns or appear in tears I pen only what comes out through ample thought and emotion knowing cheers will not be won or rehearsed. |
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