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Come and dance through my vanity's halls |
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Welcome to my exhibition |
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Ornaments fall |
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The fate of my art, condemned |
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And the creative seed |
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That grows to the tune of the harvest song |
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Embody my lifelong passion |
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Intertwine with the structures of my art |
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Those empty frames staring at me |
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One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas |
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In honour of the birthless rebellion within me |
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Every picture holds a tale |
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Every shade tells of a thousand words |
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The artistry of living chaos |
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Is pictured in the poets tears |
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Because everything burns |
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The final concept |
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Is all but a thought away |
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Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay! |
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My thoughts and words will come to right |
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In my chamber where chaos conveys |
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Kneel down to my desire |
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Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony |
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Emptiness! Orchestration through colours |
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The gallery |
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To never return to my guidance |
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Burning my art |
