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Beautiful Girls Ain't Got Nothin on Me

Beautiful Girls!

The world turns

around to take

another look at you

You could take

a dead man's

breath away

with the wink

of a gorgeous eye

You can be cruel

We will all forgive you

You are more powerful

than thousand tyrants

But remember darling,

the world will only

give itself to Beauty;

You have been

blessed only as

its ephemeral vessel

What will you do when you cease

to hypnotize those millions of eyes?

What will you have for yourself

when Beauty dies, leaving you old

alone in the world and shivering cold?

Should you have let your

own reflection corrupt

the nature of your humanity,

Should you ignore your soul

in favor of malicious games

played with helpless hearts,

You will die a death

of decadent worthlessness.


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