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You're like a night sky in the city

Overlooked and just known as pretty

Covered by busy surroundings Few know that you're truly astounding

For you, id become an astronomer Just to study each inch, each kilometer

You're like a priceless master piece

Only admired by the expertise

Many years of creation Yet only seconds of admiration

For you, id become a patron of art Just to examine every piece, every part

You're like a piano piece Listened to but not critiqued Played by someone with no passion A small applause, small enthusiasm For you, id become a pianist Just to play your notes at their grandest

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 06, 2014 ⏰

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