Where do you think beauty comes from?
If not from gardens of flowers
With its many purple red looking blossom
The tinctures of each day hours
Gardens of colors so vast in their difference
Like all the people on Earth
The shades of their eyes smiling at a glance
When they feel they are of worth
So much of the heart is within this space
Of love and much life making
The colors of you in its many beautiful ways
That a dream in my heart is waking
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