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“artistry”

i was born a poet, an artist of life

the moon in my seduction, sunshine for eyes

stars for smiles become inspiration for the mind

i was born to be beautiful, the sight is divine


i was born to be the change the world desires

a phoenix that begin with a little august fire

with a story on my wings, name rings like a song

i’ll be an artist until God calls me home

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