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Masterpiece Where has it gone; More important, How do I find it again? I had a life full of it; A hand of ease, Imagination fruitfull. Works created, By a needing hand; Critiqued with flying colors. The stolen masterpiece, Set the emotion alarm; Triggered again that same year. The encased rose, Layed to rest; Wanting the season to come again. |
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