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I showed him my
The of my soul
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

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

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

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

You see, I just there
To finance my real
begins with scribbles on pages
And thoughts of how and

Museums on
we, can we both go
And stay for hours
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 really to know?
you think there's more to life?
Don't you think more, I really have to know?
Don't you think there's to life?

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

Don't you think more to life?