You gave me a canvas, some paint, and a brush
I wanted to paint something extraordinary
But there is no reason to rush
I never think ahead, the brush will do the work
I’ll say it’s never finished, it will never be done
Inspiring or despairing, it matters not to me
The colors on the canvas are meant to be free
When you question my motives
My strokes become bolder
I’ll simply smile and reply
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
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