| There is a painting I’m working on
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| It haunts my dreams when the day is gone
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| In glaring sunlight, it is there in my heart and mind
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| Just simple orders, again and again
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| Lady in splendour, wealthy man
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| This one is special, far beyond any known kind
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| I got a sensation that my creation, in a quite disturbing way
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| Has come to life
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| Determines direction, cries for perfection
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| There’s no chance for me to stray
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| Day by day
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| You’re the sun in our skies
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| And the mother of all
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| Silent grace never dies
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| While every kingdom must fall
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| Trust in me, perfect woman
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| I’ll make you shine
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| For all time, ooh
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| Night becomes the day becomes tomorrow
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| He’s trapped under her spell
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| Is it just painted wood, or is it more?
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| He cannot ignore what he feels, creating her, giving her a face
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| Mysterious in so many ways
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| I painted angels, saints in their light
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| The Virgin Mary, gentle and bright
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| You will somehow outshine them all, this is my vow
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| You’re the sun in our skies
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| And the mother of all
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| Silent grace never dies
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| While every kingdom must fall
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| Trust in me, perfect woman
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| I’ll make you shine
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| For all time
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| You’re the sun in our skies
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| And the mother of all
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| Silent grace never dies
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| While every kingdom must fall
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| Trust in me, perfect woman
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| I’ll make you shine
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| For all time
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| All the time |