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Beneath the full moon's gentle gaze, she stands,
Draped in Maastricht blue, with delicate hands.
Butterflies rest, like whispers in her hair,
Their wings a dance, soft shadows in the air.
Her face serene, with eyes of crystal light,
Reflecting stars that pierce the velvet night.
Closed lips hold secrets, elegant, refined,
A masterpiece of grace, by darkness defined.
In moonlit silence, she is beauty's breath,
A perfect form where art transcends mere death.
Intricate, detailed, every line so true,
A dream of night, in shades of deepest blue.