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I want to know if you believe
that lesser silver diamonds will relieve you
from surreal and empties told
Build forth on deserts with liberty dissolved
It is quite small, the price to pay
Black turns white and white will stay
How I wish
that I could feel
all the colours
that seem so real
It paints my box
It has no name
Where I can hide
the things I tame
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