You are.

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You are,

the fragrance to the flowers

 and the one I can stare at for hours.

You are,

the sun that brings my dawn

and the moon that I always

wanted to be on.

You are,

the sky where birds

find their bliss and the land

that the raindrops always miss.

You are,

the end to my start,

the beat to my heart

and the portrait to my art.

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