Tiara Tiara she wears on her head
Some aesthetic hearts by judgement
Conferred the crown on her head
Over her beautiful shining hair
choosing her from among other gentle walkers
As the beauty Queen of the World!
What country she belongs?
What language she speaks?
She flashed a universal languagethrough her red beauty lips
Smiled at cheering audience with flying kisses
And uttered softly this message of her love
I may not be your queen of beauty in my old days
But I will remain your queen of beautiful smile always!
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