My best friend is such a talented painter

He only paints with shades of blue

He lost his wife to true love and french toast

About five years ago and since then became utterly

Uninterested with family life, but he is still a true believer;

He believes his life is not defined by tragedy,

Even though tragedy always hovered

At its borders

Patiently waiting to soil his paintings with black

Instead of blue

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