The flawless grin;
Melting away hours of memory.
Whether it be by the nose
Or the tips of the toes,
That man is surely an idol.
From the tan tint
To the eyes' glint,
Divinity seems true.
Yet if reflection finds truth,
The sanctity is a visage of youth.
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