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If you are a spider I am the web you spin If you are a lonely cocoon I am the butterfly transforming within If you are a restless pencil I am the words you eagerly write If you are a troubled willow tree I am the gentle breeze caressing you at night If you are the hot, fiery sun I am the relieving moon when we touch in an eclipse If you are a rock thrown far out to sea I am the wave into which you zealously dip If you are a pastel of oily paints I am the paintbrush that runs through your colors A stroke of my bristles evoke your mixed emotions And together we create art that expresses our deep amours