| We can’t deny the signs clearly showing the times are changing
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| Floods rise and comets fly
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| Is this the end?
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| Is judgment night?
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| Drawing lines and colours true and fair
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| I create a mirrored universe
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| I see the world through different eyes,
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| That’s the painter’s soul and mind
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| My hands are guided by a force
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| Some would call divine
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| A gifted man, but I know
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| There is still so much to learn
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| And in some dreams canvas starts to burn
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| when I touch it
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| I’ve been to foreign lands
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| In north and south where legends dwell
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| But perfect harmony
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| Remains a mystery, hidden well
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| Drawing lines and colours true and fair
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| I create a mirrored universe
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| I see the world through different eyes,
|
| That’s the painter’s soul and mind
|
| My hands are guided by a force
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| Some would call divine
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| A gifted man, but I know
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| There is still so much to learn
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| And in some dreams canvas starts to burn
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| When I touch it
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| …Half of millenium has passed
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| the other half lies ahead of us.
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| Strange times, strange signs,
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| but I keep drawing and searching
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| for the key to the divine order
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| that lies behind everything…
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| (Albrecht Duerer 1471−1528 |