| Regina Spektor – All the Rowboats Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| This song strikes me as a lamentation that creation is a finite process and that when a piece is complete, it dies in a way. When a painter makes his last stroke, no matter how great the painting, the picture is simply behind him. Nothing to add, nothing to change, its fate is simply to exist. | |
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