Strange though it may be
Within these high and
Snow-capped peaks
Lies an eternal spring
The water true and pure
Bringing upon the bather
A most pleasant feeling
An exquisite and euphoric
Almost psychedelic state
A rearranging of your atoms
Removing all that makes
Us plain and ugly.
Rejuvenated, new and improved
Without imperfections
But here we find the problem
For once we leave
This sacred fountain
Although your looks
Your outside appearance
May appear changed forever
But what makes you, you
Cannot be changed
From the outside, in
So if you have
A whimsy notion
To bathe within this outflow
Remember that you
Must be pure of heart
To convince the world
That your flawlessness
Is not just a
Deception.
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