.sehcir ron edalocca deen ton od srohtua dooG
kaeps krow rieht tel ot si efil ni esoprup riehT
hguone doog si enola taht dna srehto hcuot dna
si ereht fi yrrow reven yehT .meht rof drawer a
enilpicsid tluciffid a si tI .elbat rieht no daerb
ylpeed dna lufesoprup lla tub sselehtreven
.gniyfsitas
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the nights are cold
the winds they blow
are you wearing those mittens
that I gave to you?
are you wearing those mittens
that I gave to you?
are you wearing those mittens
that I gave to you?
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Large paintings is like our own personal
garden where one ponders around in
privacy, appreciating the serenity taking
shape before one’s eyes, being surprised
by the unexpected bloom hidden within it.
.
Small paintings are different. They lend a
special touch. They are like a personal
friend. They talk to you, they walk with you.
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