Beauty they say lies in the hands of the beholder, bet, I say here it lies in the hands of the shareholder, all I can see and know, is that it's like you crossing a border, it would only be joy to find out what's after the border of beauty.
It seemed to me like I wasn't seeing what I was meant to see; bit by bit I fell for the deceit, freight caught hold of me with a strong sight, fitness came to me, though like a tack hit.
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