The painter paints a bread. The painter paints a milk. The painter paints a man with snake. The painter paints a tree with birds. The painter sees things you've never seen. The painter reads life that you're in. The painter paints everything. The painter paints a ukulele. You might not know. So let me tell you. The painter used to be a singer Writing and singing many songs. The notes and the voice once sketched A sand, the lovers, and some stories. So when you watch the painter's painting, You may hear the passionate melody Filled with imagination, sensation and vision That we've long lost. --

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