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Rolling paint upon a wall Isn't very hard to do. When at last you've done it all, You can smile and say "I'm through." Stroke by stroke you do the work, Glad that you can be alive. You don't do it with a jerk! For perfection you will strive. Life is like the empty wall, Waiting for your careful touch. Paint it well and you'll stand tall, Glad that you have given much. | ||
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