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Come and dance through my vanity's halls
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Welcome to my exhibition
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Ornaments fall
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The fate of my art, condemned
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And the creative seed
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That grows to the tune of the harvest song
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Embody my lifelong passion
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Intertwine with the structures of my art
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Those empty frames staring at me
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One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
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In honour of the birthless rebellion within me
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Every picture holds a tale
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Every shade tells of a thousand words
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The artistry of living chaos
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Is pictured in the poets tears
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Because everything burns
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The final concept
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Is all but a thought away
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Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!
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My thoughts and words will come to right
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In my chamber where chaos conveys
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Kneel down to my desire
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Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony
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Emptiness! Orchestration through colours
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The gallery
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To never return to my guidance
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Burning my art
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The Gallery
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| Dark Tranquillity |
