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How sweet my breath in solitudes wake
How fluid the flesh when none should see
True beauty rare, unveiling its face only
When it should find itself feeling lonely.
Just out of sight they lurk, waiting,
The shadows with their faint whispers.
The true beauty of a thing reveals itself
Only when no one is looking.
How fluid the flesh when none should see
True beauty rare, unveiling its face only
When it should find itself feeling lonely.
Just out of sight they lurk, waiting,
The shadows with their faint whispers.
The true beauty of a thing reveals itself
Only when no one is looking.
(...)
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