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My feelings as a work of art
And like that
Doesn't ask for explanation
Or reason to be
If the rain comes
All the colors shall roll slowly down the canvas
Unrecognizable pictures of us
But here I am
Falling river from the sky
Takes me down the streets
After midnight
It makes me cross the gates
Of these purple realms
