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The complexity and depths of our generous souls,

Requires we create beautiful things,

So we may listen, learn and grow.

Crayon, paintbrush, pencil and pen,

My tools of choice before I was ten.

The love of art brings joy to my heart,

The sparks it ignites, brings light out of dark.

And in the end, when this journey is through,

We can see we have created a dream,

And the dream is true.

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