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Tall, stone and gray, We walk into the dull box-shaped building. Inside looks the same. Where is the color? Where is the art?   A sign reads “Monet”.
The first time you called me beautiful; It was as if that word spilled from your lips and danced around my head like Native Americans danced for rain. Your voice: was an orchestrated symphony of violins and cellos,
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