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Crowds never seize to wonder drab artistic sighs,
they always seem to fade away before you realize
youapos;re home.

And Iapos;m doing the best that I can.
Can you hear the light.

That shines upon your face?
And pours into your eyes
and leaves your ear a deafened state?
Hold the pose,
semper-le-partido,
it will remain that way,
whatever will shall we go.

Onward home.

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So leave the artists starving,
and let them paint the sky,
as others lay remarking
the dreams theyapos;re letting die.
Requiem through all their voices,
the solemn ever-cry,
they will never understand
what tomorrow feels like in your hand.


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