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Creator of chaos,
voyer of life.
Passion to canvas,
visions of he,
dreams of we.
Love for country,
love for woman.
Fields apart lie.
For Gala awaits,
in crypt if green,
shrouded in patience.
Snatched apart then,
kept apart now.
Accounts paid.
Reunite love!
Ou es-tu Maitre
Ou es-tu?
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