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Impressionists lived removed
from the scene,
Styles new and never before seen,
And it is often the way of the artist,
Going to a place where his heart is.
Call them names you might,
Of snobs, recluse, any slight,
Might they hear,
But don't fear,
It won't change
Can't rearrange,
That burning need,
To work at a new seed.
Some like Degas were different,
>From the regular apparent
Style part of old,
Style part of bold.
Take it to see,
Take it, it's free.
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