Known alive and across the waters,
She trips the light of stars on their way down
So that they adorn her eyes.
No more, no less,
A spectacle of admiration gone wrong...
Beauty is only skin deep, and
Tomorrow poverty may knock,
Skies may open,
Avalanches may fall...
Only the humble will see
That the stars have fallen from her eyes.
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Beauty and fame don't always last.