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She cannot see her beauty It’s hidden by the lies She cannot see her luminous skin Or the starlight in her eyes Her incandescent smile she cannot discern Nor glimpse heaven with autumn hair She finds no bloom in her rose kissed lips The mirrors scorn she cannot bear She loathes her form, her gaze only shows Repellent, gross, uncouth But the Maker’s hand has glorious woman shaped If she could only see the truth Her splendor revealed is radiance unbound Making others seem weak and pale And though Elysium descried, she sightless remains Concealed by a hideous veil I’ll wage my war against hell’s deceit That her vision could be set free And one day her eyes would be opened To the beauty she cannot see
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
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She cannot see her beauty It’s hidden by the lies She cannot see her luminous skin Or the starlight in her eyes Her incandescent smile she cannot discern Nor glimpse heaven with autumn hair She finds no bloom in her rose kissed lips The mirrors scorn she cannot bear She loathes her form, her gaze only shows Repellent, gross, uncouth But the Maker’s hand has glorious woman shaped If she could only see the truth Her splendor revealed is radiance unbound Making others seem weak and pale And though Elysium descried, she sightless remains Concealed by a hideous veil I’ll wage my war against hell’s deceit That her vision could be set free And one day her eyes would be opened To the beauty she cannot see
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
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