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Never say you're too old
In one's eyes you could be more beautiful than gold life ain't to be sold
Or even told I'm sure in life with a good hype put everyone outta a sight 
Make one light as you'd be bright
Knocking them outta sight 
No need for no light's 
You're beauty making everything
So bright like light 
All women are a beauty
From god 
As women give birth
And raise kids right
To doctor's, lawyers and more
For the other women
Their also beautiful but have to have
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