She wears the colors of paradise as easily as she wears her smile;
Her father is the sun and her mother, the moon.
She breathes deeply of the island air and exhales it's moments of magic;
Existing only of mind, she is the muse for our artistic souls.
Existing only of mind, she is the muse for our artistic souls.
Without her we are incomplete, within her we are one.
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