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When earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twistedand dried when the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died we shall rest, and faith, we shall need it lie down for an aeon or two 'till the master of all good workmen shall put us to work anew and those that were good shall be happy they'll sit in a golden chair they'll splash at a ten league canvas with brushes of comet's hair And never be tired at all. They'll find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter and, Paul they'll work for an age at a sitting and only the master shall praise us and only the master shall blame. No one will work for the money. No one will work for the fame. But each for the joy of the working, and each in his separate star, will draw the thing as he sees it. For the God of things as they are.
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When earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twistedand dried when the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died we shall rest, and faith, we shall need it lie down for an aeon or two 'till the master of all good workmen shall put us to work anew and those that were good shall be happy they'll sit in a golden chair they'll splash at a ten league canvas with brushes of comet's hair And never be tired at all. They'll find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter and, Paul they'll work for an age at a sitting and only the master shall praise us and only the master shall blame. No one will work for the money. No one will work for the fame. But each for the joy of the working, and each in his separate star, will draw the thing as he sees it. For the God of things as they are.
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