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The Painting
She walked into my dreams last night
so beautiful and fair
Her eyes like diamonds shining bright
amazing auburn hair
I reached out for my painting brush
when slumber set me free
My thoughts to bring her back again
so she could be with me
As hours pass she starts to form
the canvass comes alive
The stranger from my vivid dream
at last she has arrived
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