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Some people change, they paint a picture, and look at it more than they should. Their troubles change them into a golden stars, on the black canvas. Others, simply smile. Walk by. Oh, this. And go away.
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
A day in a cloud
Some people change, they paint a picture, and look at it more than they should. Their troubles change them into a golden stars, on the black canvas. Others, simply smile. Walk by. Oh, this. And go away.
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
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