When the morning lark has honed its silver chirp, a dreamlike canvass floats into a higher octave, setting passages alight with sun-filled prospect as eternity dissolves its outer limits.
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"A dream-like canvass floats
Regina
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You paint a vivid picture,
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Hi Regina,
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