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Near a sweet granomelo
the little painter of flying donkeys
got lost in a ruby seed
maybe he was hunting for the brightest reds
maybe he was under the spell of a sparkling white
whatever the reason, he shook himself a little
and considered his consideration
namely, that not even by squeezing roses
could such a red be found
a matter, believe me, not to be underestimated
because into that red he had to then dip
the many souls of a blossoming maiden...
(and also his own, I mean...the painter's souls... and the result is this painting...)
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