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The source of my joy, I'm told
began, if I may be so bold
with a simple supplication.
What might be my appelation?
And with a grin, I did reply.
Twas then the sparkle caught my eye.
Like a rainbows' scintillation,
the source of all my jubilation.
A living, mortal work of art,
that ripped the loneliness wide apart.
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