The world is a canvas, painted in hues,
Of joy and sorrow, of triumphs and blues.
Every moment a brushstroke, every path a line,
Creating a masterpiece, divine and so fine.
We are but actors on this grand stage,
Playing our parts, with passion and rage.
Our stories entwined, in this tapestry of life,
Full of laughter and tears, of love and strife.
So let us embrace each twist and turn,
For in every lesson, every scar, we learn.
And as the final curtain falls, let us not rue,
But cherish the memories, in the painting of me and you.
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