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Most people say
The surface holds lies;
But darling I'm the truth,
The fault is in your eyes.
You think you're not pretty,
So flaws are all you see;
But I look at you,
And it's different for me.
I see your bright eyes
And your smile each day.
I love your natural hair,
I wish you'd keep it that way.
And I wish you'd walk by more
Because when you do,
I get to reflect your light
And look as beautiful as you.

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