WHAT IS BEAUTY?
I have a friend so young With handsome face and fair And there’s an elegance About her golden hair. I have another friend Who’s lost her youthful grace, For she’s let hands of time Pinch wrinkles in her face. But rarer beauty dwells With her whose hair is streaked, For I see patience there And love in wrinkled cheeks.
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