The Painter

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I don't care how long it takes,

I'll wait until all the clouds have fallen,

Until every star has weeped,

Until every predator has sated their calling,

And until I fall fast asleep...

So in my dreams,

They live beneath a swollen moon and a golden sky

To remind them of their long life,

Who draws music and sings colour,

Who gathers lightning and stolen kisses with candles,

Who sees the sun as their brother,

And its light in shambles,

By the comfort of my bed,

A book to be read,

I will wait,

With a smile on my face,

Knowing love is more than paint. 

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