Hand me a brush
A canvas that's blank,
A palette of colors
The highest in rank
Turquoise and fuchsia
Tangerine, cream
Every great color
An eye's ever seen
Then with my brush steady
I'll cover the base
The whole of the canvas
With thick coats of paint
And with these smooth strokes
My feelings will flow
With trembling release,
I will let you go.
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