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We are the paint, on the whitewashed wall,
Dripping proud, where they tried to stall.
In every streak, a story bleeds,
Of lips unkissed, of stolen needs.
We are the hue they couldn’t fade,
The masterpiece they never made.
Hand in hand, unashamed…
We are the paint, let it rain.