with the flowers
my lover and I
in the idealism
of our youth
under an impressionistic sky.
Time is the master
of this story
and the illustrious shield
where humanity and nature
converge
in a farmer's field.
So we lie here
with the flowers
my lover and I
in the idealism
of our youth
under an impressionistic sky.
Many generations
have seen us
in this tribute to art
and many other lovers
can relate
in their own heart.
We will always lie here
with the flowers
my lover and I
in the idealism
of our youth
under an impressionistic sky.
Each day
in this gallery
new faces appear
as we still remain
in this painting
in our 200th year.
We lie here
with the flowers
as other lovers walk by
in the idealism
of their youth
under a new millennium sky.
One night there was a fire
burning everything
to the ground.
In the aftermath
of the tragedy
only one painting was found.
We lie here
with the flowers
my lover and I
in the idealism
of our youth
under an impressionistic sky.
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