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Her soul was his canvas
Her body was his paintbrush
Her eyes,nose and lips were his colors
Her smile was his palette
And her,herself was his masterpiece.

But his masterpiece drifted away,
faded colors,blank canvas and
paintbrush turned into stone.

He can't paint now,
he doesn't even know how

she's gone, she's gone,
his everything is gone.

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