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The Art of Ages
Not on canvas but in frame
the eye and hand do make the day,
which with the Sun unbeckoned came
and at its want will fade away.
Between the rise and fall of light
in all that comes and all that goes,
a wealth of life befalls our sight
that none before could surely know.
And in that fragile frame of time
our brush strokes fill the fleeting page,
which wi...
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