You painted the wall with crayons
The reds and greens
The reds and greens
and yellows and purples
Jumble and comes to life
Like a stolen rainbow
from your favorite Dibo
Your a doodle-doos
Widens my horizon
But Man, that offspring of corrupting Clay,
Subject to Err, and Subject to Decay:
In Hopes, Desires, Will, Power, a numerous Train,
Uncertain, Fickle, Impotent and Vain:
Must tire the Heav'nly Muse with endless Prayer,
And call the smiling Angels to his care.
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