Inside
I don’t know your name. I don’t know your face.
I don’t know where you are, or the look on your face.
I don’t know your color or even your size.
I don’t know anything you want for your life.
One thing I know for sure to stay,
That looks in your eyes as you turn away,
Your beauty is not what your eyes can see,
It’s what inside that matters to me.
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