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+ If people
knew how hard I worked to get my mastery, it wouldn't seem so wonderful at all.
+ It grieves me greatly that I cannot recapture my past.. I can only offer
you my future, which is short, for I am too old.
+ Lord, grant that I
may always desire more than I can accomplish.
+ I cannot live under pressures
from patrons, let alone paint.
+ The true work of art is but a shadow
of the divine perfection.
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