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Beauty
The heart is pure
The wounds were cure
I saw in the mirror
My eyes were filter
I saw the beauty
Asked to cutie
The power of beauty
Is in the eyes of yours sweetie
The beauty is eternal
And it is present internal
The worries all had gone
The papers of miseries were torn
I took a glass of water
Use my power of belief
Then I go and slaughter
The evil of me and get relief
The belief I have
Now I know I save
Don't need to prove them
Be your own root and stem
And convert yourself in to the gem
© NabiaSajid
The wounds were cure
I saw in the mirror
My eyes were filter
I saw the beauty
Asked to cutie
The power of beauty
Is in the eyes of yours sweetie
The beauty is eternal
And it is present internal
The worries all had gone
The papers of miseries were torn
I took a glass of water
Use my power of belief
Then I go and slaughter
The evil of me and get relief
The belief I have
Now I know I save
Don't need to prove them
Be your own root and stem
And convert yourself in to the gem
© NabiaSajid
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