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As I look in the mirror for a while,

I find it is not me, when I smile.

She is beautiful, this girl that I see.

For she is most beautiful, when smiling at me.

But this, my reflection, is not I,

for I am most beautiful, only when I cry.

The tears that I cry, make my eyes glisten.

And the sounds of pain from my soul, oh god, just listen.

It all comes together, in a wonderful display.

I know I am beautiful, but first I must say;

a most beautiful woman am I,

but only beautiful when I cry.