A Beautiful Dove
I see my reflection
In the waves of the sea
In the mirrors in my house
And in the windows of the city
I see the models
On the televsision screens
They look so glamorous
They don't look like me
But I realize,
Nobody does
For I am who I am-
A Beautiful Dove
And if there was a clone of me,
Or I, a clone of someone,
I would be unhappy
There would be two instead of one
Who needs perfection-
You're perfectly you
God loves us all the way we are,
And you should, too
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