On the alley of the shadows,
and people look at me,
like i'm a complete stranger,
but they didn't even know me,
don't judge a book by its cover,
and making up stories about me,
but none is true,
my name is art,
i live my own life,
walk on my own path,
too complicated to undesrstand,
too complex to say,
time keep moving on,
and i still there,
still be me,
people keep talking about me,
but they no nothing,
my name is art,
and art is life.
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