Painting Stars

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In the void of your purity
The whiteness blinds me
As the rain pours

The colourful tears of stars
That formed lines beneath my feet

And trees to tickle the clouds,
From their fallen leaves human arise

As the colourful tears stained our Skies
Their moist glimmer mimicked the stars
They have fallen from

No memories keep me company

I am lost in a world of angels
Though I gleam with reddish horns

Can no longer feel
Can no longer linger on the universe's
Sins

A colourful world with no colour.

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