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Pablo Picasso
The weapons of sleep have dug into the night Marvelous trenches keeping our heads apart.
Seen through the diamond, all medals are false, The earth is invisible under the blazing sky.
The face of the heart has lost its colors
And the sun seeks us out and the snow is blind.
The horizon has wings, if we turn away,
And looking into the distance we dispel mistakes.
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