Ah paintbrush, you make me swoon,
With nature's colors abundant,
You take your hand,
And pick-up mine to paint.
Ah paintbrush, you paint magnificently.
You paint homes, cottages and garden fences.
You paint oceans, skies and rolling fields.
What if you let go of my,
Painting hand,
Would I paint like you?
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