She Was Beautiful She was beautiful, Beautiful like the sun, And the first time I saw her, The world had yet to come, And she was so beautiful there to behold, That the moonlight passing by, Defined her, And designed her, Arms and wings, And bows and strings, A birdwing butterfly, One who was so colourful carefree and wild, That my calling was her flame, But the time passed, A love lost, The memories remain, For… She was beautiful, Beautiful like the sun, And the first time I saw her, The world had yet to come, And she was so beautiful there to behold, That the moonlight in her eyes, Defined her, And designed her, Arms and things and bows and strings, A birdwing as she flies, Now a heart beats to a freedom ensnared, By the words born of a song, Did she hear me, Or fear me, Tell me I am wrong, For she was beautiful, She was beautiful, Beautiful like the sun, And the first time I saw her, The world had yet to come, And she was so beautiful there to behold, That the moonlight in a spell, Defined her, And refined her, Arms and things and bows and strings, A birdwing demoiselle, For… She was beautiful, Perhaps too beautiful, For the world, Such beauty as life, Could hold, Here among the scattered helpers, Lost among the fallout shelters, Wherever the fearful tread the wilds, For she was beautiful, And she was freedoms child, Did the time pass in the still of the night? Did I realize far too late, How she wired me, Inspired me, Destiny or fate? And… She was beautiful, Beautiful like the sun, And the first time I saw her, The world had yet to come, And she was so beautiful there to behold, That the moonlight passing by, Defined her, And designed her, Arms and things and bows and strings, A birdwing butterfly, No it was freedom, And she was beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful, Far too beautiful to be mine, © 1974, 2006, 2007, 2011, 2012, Paul Trueman.
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