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Beautiful
They Call Her Miss Lucky She Was Born In A Hurricane The Wind Blew Her Down A Dark And Magic Lane She’s A Golden Gypsy Lighting Up The Way For Anyone Who Needs Her Night Or Day Her Thunder Casts A Spell In Magic Tones Her Lightning Strikes And Courses Through Your Bones Her Power Leaves You Spent There Where You Lay And Leaves You Trying To Find Something To Say Beautiful Is All That Comes To Mind The Understatement Seems To Me Unkind Beautiful Is All That Comes To Mind The Words Just Seem To Be So Hard To Find Her Rain Comes Pouring Down To Wash You Clean Unless You’re In The Flood You Can’t Know What I Mean Her Power Leaves You Spent There Where You Lay And Leaves You Trying To Find Something To Say Beautiful Is All That Comes To Mind It’s Hard To Even Look And Not Go Blind Beautiful Is All That Comes To Mind The Words Just Seem To Be So Hard To Find Beautiful Is All That Comes To Mind Please Help Me Out If You Are So Inclined Beautiful Is All That Comes To Mind The Words Just Seem To Be So Hard To Find