Pain
Speak not to me of pain,
the colors of whom i daily paint.
the rain from its cloud i inevitably bathe.
Dream as i may of cloudless sky, of thy celestial gaze;
Unfulfilled longings of the heart;
doth a harbinger of pain make
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