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I'm sorry, my little people didn't make your dreams come true.

they were too much for me to paint 

I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy 

I'm sorry my little people are always sad

my canvas was too small for your big dreams 

but when you left,

you stole my little people 

took them out of my painting. 

and left me alone to start over 

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