In sepia shadows where my soul drowns,
In the depths of misery, where silence reigns,
Yet, there blooms a serenity, a pure harmony found,
A whispered symphony, where silent dreams are bound.
In the poorest cottages, amidst dirt and decay,
My eyes see paintings hidden in despair,
Colors dance in veiled corners of the day,
My soul, with an irresistible pull, cannot...
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