Gentle strokes with the brush
Endless time, with no rush
Perfect rhythm, perfect art
You'll never finish, until you start
Find your calling, then let go
Forget what you already know
Do something new, never before
Give it love, and work until sore
Express who you are, and be loud
And when its complete
Then sit back, and be proud
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