The Door Was Open
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The door of the lonely house was open that night,
The great artist was tired and exhausted,
He entered the house and got a cosy shelter there,
After a while he fell deep asleep,
At midnight the famous artist portrayed a beautiful picture in his sacred dream,
In the morning he woke up
And felt divine peace and happiness.
The great artist was tired and exhausted,
He entered the house and got a cosy shelter there,
After a while he fell deep asleep,
At midnight the famous artist portrayed a beautiful picture in his sacred dream,
In the morning he woke up
And felt divine peace and happiness.
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