Beauty is a gentle trophy,
That only few receive,
And those who don’t heavily grieve,
A trophy that creates jealousy,
And can make swoon all they see,
So if you have it, don’t be deceived,
Beauty is a gentile trophy.
Beauty is a gentle trophy,
That only few receive,
And those who don’t heavily grieve,
A trophy that creates jealousy,
And can make swoon all they see,
So if you have it, don’t be deceived,
Beauty is a gentile trophy.
Rain patters down on doorsteps
Houses, roofs and windows
Every where it clatters down
Diminishing the rainbows
Houses moan and creek
Groaning with agony
Sidewalks take the pain
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