The world may be a canvas
Or a well bound, lined book
Waiting for each artist to come
Conquer it entirely
Cover to cover
Pen to brush
Perhaps it's a song
Waiting to be played
Perhaps, perhaps
What such a word
Make of all what you will
Be the artist of your life
Be beautiful, kind
Creative
And live a life
To be remembered
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