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Proud and Plain

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

At the same time both proud and plain

And fashioned from worlds far away

Unlike the women who are vain

And at beauty can only play.

The way most could not she saw things

For what they were and did not hide

The sadness that her wisdom brings

But turned away the times she cried.

 
 
 

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