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Sweat, on canvas
silk, on screen
blood, caking the daisys
yeast, craving a dream
winter, begets an epoch
changing fashion, always late
wings, adorn the drawings
leaves roil, in moon's wake
flipping fries, greasy pans
turn blind ear, echos cease
gentle purring, filed claws
cool zephyr, heathen arising
tempered iron, mildew spent
singed tempers, toffee burnt
mellow musings, heaven's gate
golden fallacy, sworn to dust
work of aeons, committed thus
eked, from such as these
time, a fabled cornerstone
to every work, of art
of endeavour, of largesse
forever, competing goals
burning script, never so easy
as when that night, the match was struck
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