Or the chisel of a sculpor.
Leah's beauty is not in her black hair but in her virtue and purity which surround it.
Not in her large eyes but in the light which emanates from them,
Not in her black lips but in the sweetness of her words,
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But poets are unhappy people, For no matter how high their spirits reach They will still be enclosed in an envelope of tears. Is that true