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I showed him my
The underside of my
Released in scribbles on
He smiled and my hand

I knew he would see
For he dreams of beauty, too
There has to be than the work day

painting houses
He's painting for a while
I'm to his canvas
Coming to

I write in my
With that takes me by surprise
And thoughts I don't know I have

They're hidden by facts
That I've compiled at the office I work
Where there is no time for feeling

You see, I just work
To finance my life
That begins with on pages
And thoughts of how and

Museums on
we, can we both go
And there for hours
our spirits

And is still free
And beauty is not
And beauty is ours to and to know
To touch and

Don't you there's more, I really have to know?
Don't you think there's to life?
Don't you there's more, I really have to know?
Don't you think more to life?

Don't you think there's to life?
Don't you think there's more to
Don't you think more to life?
And don't you think more to life?

Don't you think more to life?