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The lines that I put you through
A memory on fresson
Fragile evermore
She believes that tragedy
Carries much more beauty
Than it has the right to
Arista
Que separa
Que contrasta
Que convida
Underlying history
Painted in tempera
Colors that just won't meet
Magenta, it's you and me
The bridge that do not exist
But it's always crossed
Arista
Que separa
Que contrasta
Que convida
