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Photograph Of Heaven
That was how it was supposed to be,
I was supposed to win.
Have a home of my own.
Someone to love within.
I was supposed to use my genius
to help and heal the world,
to solve the complex problems
of global enmity,
and with the wealth conveyed upon me,
create a wondrous masterpiece
of an enduring beauty...
but the fractures started early on,
those tracks were somewhat broken
I became derailed,
distracted,
and then I died...
...but it's not over, perhaps
my life has just begun
perhaps my tale will twist again
under heaven's sun
supplanting Sparks on the second week
to get to number one
with my photograph of heaven making Time.
Who can say?
We never know
how things are going to turn out.
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