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| Figure 1: Teardrops. |
Beads of white clear pearls,
Passing down slowly to her curls,
A little breeze sweeps by silently,
As this pretty little girl cries away,
Tiny jeers and sneers,
Can break her fragile heart,
She walks away without a hurt,
But deep inside it stabs,
White pearls pouring out like rain,
As her greatest comfort is not there,
Her smile trying hard to stop the pain,
To no avail those tears just stare,
Seeking perfection in this world,
Outward beauty is never enough,
Inner beauty is to behold,
Let your tears drop from high..
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