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On the palette of my dreams they dance,
nuanced oils that are born in my mind.
In your rosebush, constant spring,
I live moments of vibrant pink.
I wish to wear the fresh romanticism
of your colourful and grotesque plumage.
By shading expressions in your being,
I give you stars to see.
We fly together in magical skies,
making my synthetic longing real.
To your side with wings of sugar,
in every thought, my soul carves.
I toast with you, cups of life,
full of delixir, of love without measure.