You weaved my dark notes
Into your symphony
You took my misshapen works
And somehow found symmetry
You incorporated my falls
Into Your dance
You took my defeated posture
Made it the opening stance
You restyled my ageing architecture
From archaic to classic
You took my broken pieces
And made a mosaic
Mosaic
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