You see her walking by,
You slyly give her the eye.
Analyzing her closely,
Judging whatever she does boldly.
You think you know her story,
Her pain and her glory.
She doesn’t even glance at the crowd,
Her grace, her courage, her quirks scream out loud.
When you feel you have lifted the curtain,
remember, you’ve only scratched the surfaced.
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