"my spectrum of colors"

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There aren't any endings to
my writings about you
I would feel like an artist
who would lose his mind
right after he puts his paintbrush down
having finished his masterpiece
not knowing what to do next
You are a starry night I refuse to
stop painting stars over the canvas

You are my endless piece of art

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