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I see your yellow
How you get to dance with the sun, my dear moon 
I've wanted nothing more to speak with either
But you so effortlessly intertwined
You spin and twirl
Mixing and matching, 
Perfection 
Is what they call it
Perfection,
Isn't with me in it
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