It would be a dismal world, and one to break my heart,
If there were no more literature and other forms of art;
No music wafting through the air, no paintings to admire,
No poetry with haunting lines, its readers to inspire;
No novels set in other times to bring to us the past
No plays about eternal truths, which will forever last.
No singing to portray our joy, no dancing to express
Our simple joy in movement and the thrill of its caress.
No statues or mosaics, and no carvings made of wood,
Just bare and empty spaces where in past years they had
stood.
The world would be so dreary if all artistry were banned,
And so much joy and beauty disappeared throughout the land
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