I can imagine how the hands that forged your beauty smacked each other to mention how proud they are.
How they used key ingredients known to be found in each of the five oceans, to complement the word gorgeous loud.
I can see how you made mount Everest cry, how all that snow had to melt to prove that nothing is more pulchritude than you are.
I can travel the world looking for the beautiful objects you are. But some rocks the earth chose to make once and well that's who you are...
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