Pictures, what they do to me,
Drawing me much higher to be
Uncanny for me to see
Ways, in which they showed the key
To set my horizon free
And have my spirit to flee
To wonders that I decree
To be wondrous as life's tree.
Pictures, vivid at a knee,
Strike me fondly at a fee
To have joy that does agree.
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