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She
comes
through
the
painting
Into
this
world
Born
and
bred
by
colours
With
the
light
as
her
God
Following
every
move
I
make
Every
step
I
take
is
observed
Killing
my
thirst
of
longing
Far
beyond
the
boundaries
of
death
I'm
running
down
a
sunlit
path
Strengthened
stroke
by
stroke
The
brush,
creating
lives
It's
like
the
hand
of
God
But
this
God
is
the
pastureland
of
the
weak
Where
we
will
never
set
foot
Life's
distorted
by
these
low-minded
Made
into
a
dismal
path
Affection
sinking
below
horizons
of
disgrace
Subsequently
dying,
immersed
in
blackened
ignorance
The
stench
of
sickening
hypocrisy
Hiding
from
the
truth
behind
walls
within
Constantly
reinforcing
them
in
this
world,
This
world
of
painters
In
the
arms
of
midsummer
embrace
I
leave
my
body
to
the
wilderness
My
thoughts
they
fall
from
grace
To
discover
the
secrets
of
nature
In
this
world,
this
world
of
painters
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