Who are we that we decide
Where beauty rests and upon whose face
Or if to beauty, we show great pride
And to ugliness stain such foul disgrace?
Who are we that a mark is made
Dividing each one to their accord?
Who for beauty, will not ugliness trade,
The price of which we'd desperately afford?
Which of us are quite so cold
To say that ugliness is most unfair?
Who is to say that ugliness is too ugly to behold
Or that such disgrace too beautiful to bear?
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