Back To Index Jewel"Painters" Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch Watching the clouds roll by They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago. When she used to color carelessly painted his portrait A thousand times-or maybe just his smile- And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go 'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves A lovely world. Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall He put water-colored roses in her hair He said, |
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