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you will find me
where beauty lies
you will find me
where nobody cries
you will find me
in the smell of daffodils
you'll find me in
the past era's dictionary
a vintage party
an unread book
an uncompleted poetry
i'll show you me
once you see
what beauty really is
what's the meaning it leaves with
you must remember
you can't find me in a massive crowd
you can't find me in the rooms of louds
if you care to see
look for me
somewhere silence follows
somehwere you hear scribbling
a bean full of crumbled pages
a place where it rains
i know what you would say
that you may have seen me somewhere else
where was it exactly?
snow at the beach
sixteenth century
orange skies
flowers dried
vintage eyes and
a teenage smile
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