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On the palette, horizon steel melting
Incandescent Cuts endless webs of shadows on the iris Translucent The painted sun is still marching On this world upside down Towards the birth of the day Towards the dawn It's already May I'm still dreaming... The dark canvass will end The golden will break through Here, all wishes come true You know that, don't you? Painting the desire, taking a bow But, master, you forgot to teach me how To be more than a dot, a splash, a trace A silver Moon, in tireless chase Launched over and over, from slings Flashing 'round Cutting the fabric with razor sharp wings Ever bound To mimic the shiny shades of dreams Though it's May I'm still believing... That beautiful lie We're feathers floating by We're arrows Without knowing why With acrylic colors We're piercing the sky.
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