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Watching the painter painting |
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And all the time, the light is changing |
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And he keeps painting that bit there |
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It was an accident |
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But he's so pleased |
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It's the best mistake he could make |
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And it's my favorite piece, it's just great |
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The flick of a wrist twisting down to the hips |
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So the lovers begin with a kiss |
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In a tryst |
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It's just a smudge |
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But what it becomes in his hands |
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Curving and sweeping, rising and reaching |
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I could feel what he was feeling |
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Lines like these have got to be |
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An architect's dream |
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It's always the same |
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Whenever he works on a pavement |
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It starts to rain |
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And all the time, the light is changing |