Words For The Soul

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The blank canvas sits upon your easel 
A vision, waiting for the stroke of your brushes
You take the colors of our imagination 
And create a masterpiece 

 The Painter carries us to places we have been
And places we long to be
As beauty fills this once blank canvas
That sits upon your easel


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