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Painting the sky
When I was seven years old
I brushed the sky with gold
Believing the world was kind and pure.
At ten, the sky turned grey
Reflecting a cold, desolate place;
As the world...
I brushed the sky with gold
Believing the world was kind and pure.
At ten, the sky turned grey
Reflecting a cold, desolate place;
As the world...
