By Rachel Keyes
It’s all about her smile, I thought it was her eyes
I wonder if she was ever alive
The eyes that follow you night and day
Every time you walk her way
Behind her beatiful wondering eyes
There is clearly a mystery that lies
Her portrait hanging on the wall
I hope it never, ever does fall
As we gaze her for a while
We notice Mona Lisa’s smile
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