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Oh woe were I a painter, impressionist in craft Painting pictures in emotion, instead of photograph Because there is no color, no brush-stroke I could sweep That could capture her, or the wonder that she keeps.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
A Starry Night Lament
Oh woe were I a painter, impressionist in craft Painting pictures in emotion, instead of photograph Because there is no color, no brush-stroke I could sweep That could capture her, or the wonder that she keeps.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
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