The eyes glanced to and fro
or so it seemed
The eyes belonged to a man
painted in oil
who in life was never redeemed
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The man in black
no one knew his name
had existed in that painting
since the very day
he had died in shame
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For centuries he had watched
for that was all he could do
Hoping each day was his last
That at sunrise
his punishment wouldn’t renew
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Only he
remembers his terrible crime
For his deeds and infamy
have been lost in time
Is this a young Johnny Cash?
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There is a resemblance! You are right. 😊
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I was referring to The man in black.
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Oh yes. I see what you mean. 😊
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Superb
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Thank you Kamal! 😊
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