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Introdução:
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Is it the painter or the picture
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Hanging in the gallery?
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Admired by countless thousands
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Who attempt to read the secrets
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Of his vision of his very soul
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Is it the painter or the picture
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Hanging in the gallery?
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Or is it but a still life
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Of his own interpretation
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Of the way that God has made us
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In the image of his eye?
Is it the sculptor or the sculpture
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Hero's face was gaunt and tanned
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His sail was set in search of land
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His life-raft, solely by him manned
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Was guided by the tide
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Heroine wore fleecy white
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She beckoned like some savior bright
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Shipwrecked sailors in the night
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Were bid welcome to her side
Where one man's search must surely cease
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I drew the blade across my wrist
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To see how it would feel
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Looked into the future
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There was nothing to reveal
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For we were just the product
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Of the ever spinning wheel...
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Round and round we go...
Come and see me
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When you were young you were protected
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When you were growing you were sheltered
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But when you reached your adult years
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And you had no-one to rely on
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No one to care for you
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A lost soul in search of some kind of shelter and protection
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Now where do you run
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Where do you hide
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When you need a hole to crawl in
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Where do you go?
I found that in our darkest hour