There stood a girl
Lonely and deserted as she's always been
Lonely and deserted as she's always been
No one sees what she's like, a dying pearl
Neither has her beauty ever been seen
As she walks pass you
Do you smell her sweet, natural smell?
Or do you comment on her only dress in blue
And curse her with such a spell?
As she sits next you
Do you see her long, silky hair?
Though from the outside
They're nothing but strands here and there
As you look into her pure, innocent eyes
Do you look pass it like you've always did
Or do you see her for who she really is?
An ugly mask she may wear
But behind that mask
Lay a beautiful angel you've never dreamt
The one who's always there
But never noticed anywhere
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