Red
The wine it flicks...
the candle flows...
And ideas become flesh!
The paper folds...
the paint will mould...
The artiste makes The Mess!
the candle flows...
And ideas become flesh!
The paper folds...
the paint will mould...
The artiste makes The Mess!
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