With white hair and an oak handle
I tred through inky black and dance through white
Dripping crimson in snow I mix the shade of embarassment
Navy to pearl I cascade the sky across the canvas
Dipped in emerald I grow a meadow and from drops of violet flowers bloom
Grasped firmly in any han I will bow to your will and illistrate your dreams
With yellow and red I can write a ballad to your anger or a symphony to your joy
With practiced ease I can give life to your imagination
Bold strips of chesnut become solid tree trunks...
And amber the dirt beneth your feet
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