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Shelly Ambrose

You're my favorite song,
I always sing along.
Your melody flows like Monet’s stream,
A watercolor sound, soft as a dream.

Oh! How well you know me,
Like Renoir knew Reverie.
You paint my thoughts in hues of daydreams
Like lilies brushed in pastel symmetry.

No rigid form, just drifting grace,
A shimmer soft on time’s embrace.
You're the music, I'm the hue,
Together, we paint something true.

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