What is beauty worth if not
To be enjoyed by its holder
To be kept ever on thought
To be worn over and over
Judgment is but a whim
Of those who are not free
Of mind or filled with glee
Souls solid and grim
May it give us a choice
In view of the grace
The truth then embrace
Life does has a voice
And it calls us to see
Beauty calls us to thee
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