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Yellow to purple reflects
East, to West
Our path emblazoned by
The special lighting, an understanding
Linking
The things we do for each other
Top, to bottom
Falling leaves returned
Lifting us like the moonrise at night
Binding
It's grace for her majesty
Left, to right
The things we write
Melodies are not quite linear
Entwined
Yet feels and tastes like a carousel
Madame, to Monsieur
As sight and sound pair
Two became one, walking in unison
Growing within
Filling the senses we know
And dream