Pretty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is in the soul. You can’t see it, but you know it when you feel it.
Should i be feeling guilty, or let the judges frown? …
I am a dreamer, and when i wake, you can break my spirit; it’s my dreams you take..
… Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine, in mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time when I’m kneeling at your feet…
she told me, “Son, fear is the heart of love,” so I never went back.
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