Beauty they say is in the hands of the gods.
How beautiful you can be is determined by the divine
The beautiful ones are not yet born
Yet I stumbled at one
In the early days of my youth
A cream pie is what I call her
A daughter of the great Zeus.
A descendant of the goddess Aphrodite
Beautiful like the blue sea
Eyes like the sparrow bird
Blessed with hair like a lilly
Her smiles like the victory of troy
Bringing joy to the heart of men at war
What a beauty to behold
A goddess in human clothing
The unknown daughter of Zeus
The goddess of joy
A cream pie I know
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