One lovely afternoon in Museum Of Modern Art, New York. I've seen it on books. I've seen it on postcard. I've seen it on prints. I've seen it on t-shirts. Now I've seen it with my own two eyes. Couldn't take my eyes of it. My legs refused to move. Totally swept away. I swear if you look at it long enough you will see the beautiful sky move.
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