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She talks about a painter
Who drew her body in soft charcoal
And painted her all different colours
And painted right into her soul
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If I could just be one more time
If I could live just one more life
If I could talk just one more word
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I'm sure she would ask me to paint her
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She looks something in a fairy tale book
She speaks words unheard in my mind
Her eyes are the passion of long distant childhood
Her words are enchanting and lead me to rhyme
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She spoke about a painter
Who captured her body in his canvass
Who made her a slave to the paintbrush
And kept her in chains made of lace
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All the while she tried to sleep
He made her smile he made her weep
All the while she tried to stop him
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All he could do was to paint her