The Painter
He's an artist with a stroke so smooth
A brush across your heart
The colors on the canvas move
And so begins his art
He paints his love with blue and gray
The colors never fade away
He lets you in his vestibule
and greets you with a smile
No further will he let you go
Pretense of love, heart of guile
Blending in the hues of love
He captures all your dreams
Then hangs his work upon the wall
How lovely it all seems
He's not allowed to sell his work
Your not positioned to buy
And so the painting hangs alone
The paint will never dry
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