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I showed him my
The underside of my
Released in on pages
He and held my hand

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

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

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

They're by useless facts
That I've at the office where I work
Where there is no for feeling anything

You see, I just there
To finance my life
That begins with scribbles on
And of how and when

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

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

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

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

you think there's more to life?