Part 2
Pretty
She is pretty in another city
She heard this in passing as of late
She lived it many times
Surpassing all the experiences she's had since being away, this one certainly prevails even to this day
She is pretty in lands far away
Treated in awe
Like she decended from Shangri-La
Not many can say they have crossed the sea to find men pleading on their knees
Not for mere moments to slip through in the night, no, offers of permanence, that is stranger too
Who can say they've told a prince no?
Fewer than most, fewer than few
Who can say they've avoided all attempts at fame, fewer than most, fewer than few.
She's sure it would have been fun being in a Saudi desert dream
Or bathed in marble and luxury, in chateaux in a French Reverie
There is more to recall
But it is not boasting, Not at all
Being pretty in another city is not glamorous as all
It is a curse knowing it all comes to an end, that one day, she will awake to face the day where it will no longer be sublime
That it Is all pointless
It's not worth even a dime
Because when she goes home, she fades into the background, homogeneous and plain, another amazon in the lands of sugarcane.
Refraining from fame, all of it is nothing to aspire, it is all vain.
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