The museum. 

Multitude come from far.

Just for a glance. 

Art should be seen but forgot. 

Forgotten until next time.

 Chatter of its beauty is seen.

Seen but not forgotten.

 Take me away… Instead make me water. 

So without me, death will be your faith.

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