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But
he returned, every night, to hear her beautiful songs. Each
time she played he felt himself growing, as if from a boy to a
man again, and he began to paint once more, and they were no
longer depictions of demons and cruelty, but the pictures of
dreams. As time passed word spread of these marvelous creations,
and he became the greatest artist the world had ever known. As
his popularity grew, so did new feelings for the Ariiad, and her
him. What was once a dark and lonely place was filled now with
hope and cheer. He began to live once again.
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