In essence, we are colors in bristles of time
We intertwine, link and become refined
We attenuate our circumstances - our pastels, bronzes and ashes
We cast shadows, fades of regret
Through glossy lights, we illuminate a quiet respect
Though the canvas can be refitted, redesigned, reprobed
Our permanent mark is forever valiant, quaint, exposed
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