When the music stops,
And the lights dim down,
And she lies down finally as the evening closes.
When her mascara smudges her eyes,
When her face looks tired,
And she takes off her earrings,
And plays with them,
Thinking about those things.
When her hair is messed,
And she ties into a messy bun.
And then she looks up,
She looks up at me and smiles,
A tired smile.
That's when..
She's beautiful.
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