A master painter has delicate eyes,
to see the subtle shades of white.
When a lyrist catches the faintest stars,
she hears the whispers of a lullaby.
A master painter has delicate eyes,
to see the subtle shades of white.
When a lyrist catches the faintest stars,
she hears the whispers of a lullaby.
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