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Her canvas was blank
No colour to be seen
She wanted to put some colour on her canvas
She took her silver pencil
Drew on her canvas
The grey turning into red

She cried while making drawings
Releasing all her heart on the little canvas
She was an artist

But she took the wrong canvas to draw on...

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