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Change the mood from joy to sadness |
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Because sad is the song I sing |
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On dreams in deep meditations |
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On seven horses running on the shore at dawn |
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Born to fly |
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To fly in the depths of art |
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To plunge in her captious whirls |
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To sin by knowing thoughts of god |
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But I have wasted the dawn |
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And this is not to be forgiven by any heaven |
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So look and see I'll paint a picture |
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Filled with so many questions and sorrow that divine |
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But instead of an angel I'll paint a man |
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For the paint set so carefully |
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Would wash away its shapes |
