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点击复制Some paint in whispers some in fire
Some shape the past some chase desire
Yet once the strokes begin to stay
Can you still wash them away
A blank space calls but voices crowd
With hands too quick with words too loud
If you dont choose the path you take
The world will mold what you create
Brush the sky in untamed streams
Dare to draw your quiet dreams
Let the world be what it may
But keep your heart from turning grey