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hopeless, drifted, so many times
was shown the direction, through miraculous-signs
it's just the next step i'll have to walk on
just a stroke of the brush, from the big picture drawn.

the miracle spin of the mind looks like a mirage for a blind

but the painter sees it all
if the painting miss a blot
and for nothing dropped a spot
the painter sees it all
the present of a dot
is the mission that it got
just the painter sees it all


moving life in the picture arranged
from black to white the colour has changed
no more darkness, no more shade
i'm a living colour in the work of the trade

the miracle spin of the mind looks like a mirage for a blind

but the painter sees it all
if the painting miss a blot
and for nothing dropped a spot
the painter sees it all
the present of a dot
is the mission that it got
just the painter sees it all

© 2004 · samwinski