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I showed him my
The of my soul
Released in on pages
He smiled and my hand

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

He's houses
painting houses for a while
I'm home to his
to life

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

hidden by useless facts
That compiled at the office where I work
Where there is no time for feeling

You see, I work there
To finance my real
That with scribbles on pages
And of how and when

Museums on
Whenever we, can we go
And stay there for
our spirits

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

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

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

you think there's more to life?