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Can I have one?
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It's our story: A painter
portraying his love
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Shall I go on?
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And in sooth some who beheld
the portrait...
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... spoke of its resemblance
as of a mighty marvel...
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... and a proof not less of the
power of the painter...
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... than of his deep love for her whom
he depicted so surpassingly well
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But at length, as the labour
drew nearer to its conclusion...
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... there were admitted none
into the turret...
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... for the painter had grown wild
with the ardour of his work...
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... turning his eyes from the canvas
rarely, even to regard his wife
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And he would not see that the tints
which he spread upon the canvas...
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... were drawn from the cheeks of her
who sat beside him
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And when many weeks had passed
and but little remained to do...
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... save one brush upon the mouth
and one tint upon the eye...
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... the spirit of the lady again
flickered up as the flame of the lamp
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And then the brush was given
and then the tint was placed
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And for one moment, the painter
stood entranced before his work
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But in the next, while he yet gazed,
he grew tremulous and aghast...
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... and crying with a loud voice:
"This is indeed Life itself!"...
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... turned suddenly to regard
his beloved: She was dead!
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I'd like to go to the Louvre
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No, I don't like looking at pictures