Style

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Style can't be bought
For many it's sought

Not everyone is born this way
"Impossible!" you might say

Style can't be possessed
It's freedom never at rest

It's a rush of flavor
It's a rush of fashion
It's actual, equal reaction, ultimate passion

Style is without measure
It's kind, it's bold, it's young, it's old
It's cool, it's calm, it's dorky, it's charm

Style, never bound
Always sought rarely found

Style is who you are
Without definition
But perfection in itself

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