Not all Venus's are born the same. Some have to stand taller and be braver to be seen. If you're silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you've enjoyed it. Tell me was Venus more beautiful than you are. And she tapped the crinkle waves drifting shoreward on her. Plated shell was Botticelli's Vision more honorable than mine and where the painted rosebuds. He tossed his lady of better worth than the words. I blow about you to cover, your great Beauty to me. You seem ready rising in the blue and floaty are there are some storms In enemies lurking on the shore but the waves which precedes you Rippling. Sister the sand Not all Venus's are promising. But the sun doesn't ask permission to shine. And neither should you?

[자막]Over 500 years ago Botticelli painted Venus - the white goddess of beauty But beauty comes in many colours Not all Venuses are born the same. Some have to stand taller and be braver to be seen. If your are silent about your pain they'll kill you - If your are silent about your pain they'll kill you - and say you've enjoyed it. Tell me was Venus more beautiful than you are - - when she topped the crinkled waves drifting shoreward on her plaited shell? Was Botticelli's vision more honourable than mine? - and where the painted rose buds he tossed his lady of better worth - - than the words I blow about you to cover your great beauty? To me you seem ready. Rising in the blue and floaty air. There are summer storms coming and enemies lurking on the shore - - but the waves which proceed you ripple and stir the sands at my feet. Not all Venuses are born the same - - but the sun doesn't ask permission to shine... ...and neither should you. ticf