I only paint my lips for me, not you,
Never needing your praise that´s due,
I primp not my hair for you, but me,
Unnecessary for just your eyes to see,
I only place the rose upon my breast,
To adorn my heart, not for eyes to rest,
I sing my serenades for only me alone,
With no need of your applause for tone,
All I do, I do merely, to caress my soul,
I need no one on earth, to make me whole.
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