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Creativity Has Much To Do With Experience, Observation And Imagination, And If Any One Of Those Key Elements Is Missing, It Doesn't Work.

Someone Showed Me A Picture And I Just Laughed, Dignity Never Been Photographed.

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.