mortalized in the colors of the artist's palette...
our testimonies, our re-interpreted deeds...
contrasting hues
sing our green melodies,
depict our purpled footsteps...
washed now by a light
we may have thought to follow...to pursue..
as this fresco fades...
restoration may bring revision,
employ a different spectrum..
.... with glints of the original adulterating the newer truths....
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