Wilderness in pain
Paints all that stain
Squeezes me, it squishes me
It makes me insane!
I sigh, and I cry,
I trip, then I try
To paint, till I die…
There’s a voice inside
That echoes so deep,
You almost cannot hear
You have limits to keep.
Keep the limits aside
For once, and see
How beautiful can be
A fine walk in Barcelona!
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