Art Speaks
Deep into that darkness forming
Eagerly I looked for the learning
All my soul within me storming
With such a passion for returning
That moment my soul grew functional
In there stepped an artist career
And in fact, was crystal clear
I threw my art upon the floor
I have dreamed of the jobs
Through which came painting drawing writing
I discovered the uses
Through which came happiness joy emotion
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