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Art is beauty, wonderful and true.
It's an expression of something, maybe even you.
It shows your life in a simple piece of work.
Some show their opinions, some show their suspicion about who lurks.
I show my feeling and I try my best to do so.
I wish to become smarter and help those whom I follow.
You all are so talented, creative, and wise.
I only wish to be talented, too, in your eyes.
I'm going to work hard and tell my words with love.
So I'll be here to say my thoughts, trying to be inspire the Artists above.
It's an expression of something, maybe even you.
It shows your life in a simple piece of work.
Some show their opinions, some show their suspicion about who lurks.
I show my feeling and I try my best to do so.
I wish to become smarter and help those whom I follow.
You all are so talented, creative, and wise.
I only wish to be talented, too, in your eyes.
I'm going to work hard and tell my words with love.
So I'll be here to say my thoughts, trying to be inspire the Artists above.
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When the elevator door opened, he walked in and pressed the 3 button. Once on the third floor, he walked straight to the door marked with a large B and knocked, procuring not to make a joke while doing so and then cursing his friend Reginald for that.
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This is a letter to all of you. This is me telling you that I'm glad to be here and so proud to see all of your talent! Everyone, keep up the good work!
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