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Most lack the courage of their convictions; Born with deep passions seeded inside moves me; With every stroke of my hand a new vision; I watch you change from night to day then back; At first a hazy reflection clearing to an outline of shape and form; Something wonderful will be born; Over flowing a passions dream; Mixed with more color than the eyes can see; Moving beyond one's true reality; All transcending to another place Understood only by my face; Experiencing what should be; That is all there is and there is all I need.
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