True Beauty
Run through the fields
She wears flowers in her hair
She takes a different path
but her daydreams bring her here
Each field she has lay in
Cancels out all the concrete streets
She's had to cross each road
with aches from both her feet
She lives in a ruthless city
manners are a thing of the past
But in her imagionation
True beauty will always last
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