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Beautiful Scars
These scars on my soul are beautiful and painful, deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes; the sorrow I keep within me is dreadful, my short life has been full of death and whys. Deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes, I thought the passage of time would heal the scars; my short life has been full of death and whys, at night all my beloved are the sparkling stars. I thought the passage of time would heal the scars, I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies; at night my beloved are the sparkling stars, my forever grief is full of long past sweet reveries. I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies, weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone; my forever grief is full of long past reveries, within my soul the forever sorrow still moans. Weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone, yet from this pain something beautiful was to be; within my soul the forever sorrows still moan, and I write from a scarred soul my sad poetry. Yet from this pain something beautiful was to be, the sorrow I keep within me is dreadful; and I write from a scarred soul my poetry, these scars on my soul are beautiful and painful.
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