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The black tears are slowly fading,
from my crimson red bleeding heart.
Bright colors no longer shaded,
by the hand of pain's skillful art.
Purple passion brushes my heart,
with his love's hand of skillful art.
Golden highlights form the outline,
since he brushed the yellow sunshine.
Dark shades of gray will disappear,
with time's extent of skillful art.
Blotting away the doubting fear,
that shadows the depths of my heart.
The shades of blue have turned pure white,
when stroked with rays of beaming light.
the rainbows form within my heart.
by hands of trusting skillful art
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