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Obsidian Beauty

Her beauty is now laid bare.

Lips red as rose,

Swan-like pose,

Her skin is soft and fair.

She's grace personified.

Obsidian hair,

And evening wear,

Her name I've never tried.

I hear you warn me,

She's like the rest

Yet not the same.

Though I am in mourning

That I'll never test

This obsidian beauty's name.



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