Beautiful is
the wide open sky
the green pastures stretching on forever.
It's a new-born baby,
but it's not me.
Only in your eyes
have I ever been considered beautiful.
I've been many things
but that's the one thing I've never been.
Beautiful is
a field of daisies blooming in the summer sun.
It's the sun sinking down behind puffy white clouds
but beautiful's just not me.
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