Clearly vision ambles pure as a dream
Riding forth cross the sky
Weilding it brush against the eye
Filling each hue with a tint of gleam
Sculpting the impression of thy kingdom
Impeccably from one's palette of wisdom
Sparkling as crystal, it's sense od empathy
It's portrait a pleasure of true serenity
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