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BEAUTY WAS AS BEAUTY IS

A FIRE RED ROSE, THE SOFTEST KISS

BRIGHT RED HAIR LIKE A ROSE IN BLOOM

BLUE EYES LIKE AN OCEAN REFLECTION OF A FULL MOON

LIKE SILK IN THE WIND HER HAIR WOULD FLOW

SKIN SOFT AS CLOUDS, WHITE AS SNOW

HER VOICE COULD CALM A STORM, SETTLE THE SEA

NO ONE KNEW OF HER BEAUTY, NO ONE BUT ME

FOR I WAS A BEAST WHO KNEW WHAT UGLY WAS

TRAPPED IN MY MISTAKES, CHAINED AND WANTING LOVE

THOUGH MY LOOK WAS APPALLING MY CONFLICTS CLEARLY SHOWN

SHE TOOK MY HAND AND SAID "YOU'RE NOT ALONE"

AFTER YEARS HAD PASSED, I DID NOT KNOW

THE LOVE WE HAD MADE, THE FEELINGS THAT WOULD GROW

THOUGH GIVEN A CHANCE THE BEAST AGAIN WOULD SHOW

FOR THIS IS HOW I LIVED, IT'S THE LIFE I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN

MY BEAST DROVE AWAY THE BEAUTY NEVER TO RETURN

AND IN MY PAIN OF LOSS A LESSON I WOULD LEARN

MY BEAST WAS VANQUISHED, DEAD AND IN IT'S GRAVE

SO I RETURNED WITH A ROSE, A GIFT I WOULD HAVE GAVE

BUT BEAUTY NEVER RETURNED AND HERE I STAND AND WAIT

MY ROSE GROWN BLACK, MY LOVE AWAITS ITS FATE

MY LIFE MAY GO ON BUT ON HER GRAVE A BLACK ROSE WILL LIE

TO PROVE I NEVER WILL AGAIN, LET LOVE FADE OR DIE