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The artist has prepared his show
Expressions of the living soul
Await the critic's glancing stare
He doesn't seem to need the fame
To start upon a different game
Taking two steps forward then deciding

The mocking figurine extends
Her broken limbs which turn to sand
The artist, looking through tears
Destroys the work of many years
Determined to erase the pain
Then start upon a different game
Taking two steps forward then denying

The papers scream the sudden loss
The laughter dies inside his throat
Creative flames are burning low
No one really seems to know
That all the answers are the same
To start upon a different game
Taking two steps forward
then backsliding

And now the doors are being closed
The artist walks among the rows
His shattered visions gather dust
His shining dreams have turned to rust
He turned his back, they did the same
To start a more familiar game
Taking two steps forward
he falls crying

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