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PALETTE OF THE INNER EYE
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There are no ordinary days
Each day is like a blank canvas
Waiting for our thoughts
Red, green, yellow, blue thoughts
To begin to swirl in our minds blending
Recombining, forming shapes
We have a new day!
And the only limits are the imagination of the artist
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