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I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see an ugly face looking back at me.
I speak into the mike and what do I hear?
I hear a voice saying, "You look wretched my dear."
So I fall on my knees with tears streaming down my face,
I'm about ready to end this race.
But then I hear a Voice whispering in my ear,
That Voice is telling me, "You look beautiful my dear."
I look all around but see no one near,
Then that Voice whispers, "You have no need to fear.
The ugliness you see is only on the outside,
Inside you're beautiful so you have no need to hide.
What's on the inside is all that I see,
The way you look hardly matters to Me."