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Paint, the poor wanton, is upon the Town
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'Historic' Rochegrosse daubs with lewd delight
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The Festive, untamed Chalon slashes oils
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The Jews, God's Chosen People, never fade
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In youthful days ere Pearce had won a place
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Tho' open door comes hint of finer grace
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The Colour tones that Rousseau loved so well
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The Subject-matter moulds the writer's pen
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The Louvre has never welcomed Michel's art
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Tho' Claude selected as no master would
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