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We can't deny the signs clearly showing the times are changing
Floods rise and comets fly
Is this the end?
Is judgment night?
Drawing lines and colours true and fair
I create a mirrored universe
I see the world through different eyes,
That's the painter's soul and mind
My hands are guided by a force
Some would call divine
A gifted man, but I know
There is still so much to learn
And in some dreams canvas starts to burn
When I touch it
I've been to foreign lands
In north and south where legends dwell
But perfect harmony
Remains a mystery, hidden well
Drawing lines and colours true and fair
I create a mirrored universe
I see the world through different eyes,
That's the painter's soul and mind
My hands are guided by a force
Some would call divine
A gifted man, but I know
There is still so much to learn
And in some dreams canvas starts to burn
When I touch it
Drawing lines and colours true and fair
I create a mirrored universe
I see the world through different eyes,
That's the painter's soul and mind
My hands are guided by a force
Some would call divine
I see the world through different eyes,
That's the painter's soul and mind
My hands are guided by a force
Some would call divine
A gifted man, but I know
There is still so much to learn
And in some dreams canvas starts to burn
When I touch it.
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