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Sometimes I paint a picture just to burn it
lines traced and brush strokes carefully placed
sometimes you give me love i don’t deserve it

a ship lost at sea, some sailor forgot to turn it
dark waves crashing the hull, engulfed in white foam
sometimes i paint that picture just to burn it

a song wrote, melody of melancholy but nobody ever heard it
notes perfected, in a secondhand serenade
but in the end we don’t deserve it

the moss and lichen covered shelter of an old hermit
weathered and worn, has stood the test of time
but i would still burn it

and when the flames take hold never to return it
the orange and yellow glow, scaring away the shadows
burn it, burn it, burn it, we don’t deserve it

even of this, lines pondered and erased then rewrote for a sure fit
will soon be reduced to ashes like everything else
match lit, but what if as i burn it
that love you gave I deserve it

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