There’s an orchestra in my mouth
That brings what was dead to life
From nothing comes a paradise
You can see it too can’t you
The colours take shape and form
It’s a play of demons and angels fighting a war
Called to battle with a pen and a brush
We’re all creators of such
Magic is real it resides where you want it to be
They call it culture
I’d call it living dreams
We are a part of the creations we create
Beauty always comes with a price
We spend with it entire lives
The heart will always ask for pleasure
Immortalized
Pieces will always remain
Made to last until the end of time
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