In marble grace, she stands so still,
a timeless beauty, a whispering thrill
Lost arms tell tales of love and lore,
Venus de Milo, forever adored.
In silence, she speaks of passion and light,
a symbol of beauty, day and night
Though fragments remain of her once-perfect form,
her elegance endures, a classic norm.
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