A pen, is paintbrush on my hand
Painting pictures from my heart
Writing is like painting pictures I saw
Sharing feels like framing on the wall
Since legends never die
When I lay, I wish you never cry
If you let me into your worlds
I will live through my words
As you know they were my art
Honor me, know them by heart
Looking at my pictures,
surely you'd vision the smile
Remembering my figures,
surely you'd know I still shine
When I die don't say I never said,
Goodbye, this is, a goodbye.
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