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Jun 2017
You lie asleep with a lullaby,
Or fully awake beside the lake,
One thing is for sure;
Those treasures, oh so pure.
I will tell thee what I see;
With these eyes that belongs to me:
When you look at paintingsΒ Β 
Β Β  wholly,
You must have seen how it is painted perfectly.
But when you look at it very closely,
Can you see those sophisticated details so tiny?
Well, likewise my dreams,
What a beauty to see,
But look at it very closely.
Such hard work must apply,
Do not ask me why...
Written by
Ponds  15/F
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