Ace was an artist gifted from birth. He could draw anything and did probably twice, and John played guitar like it grew out of his side.
I saw faces that just stare. Scenes of this life were captured in everything. I could hear the voices. They whispered to me.
A man walked with answers, and he tried to give it away. But no one could carry it, and he died.
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