A young childs painting, with brush strokes in gold
An infants impression of how to get old
Made so lifelike, even though they're so young
An artist of imagination, where once there was none
That expression of colour and the wonder of paint
All coming together, like the prayers of a saint
And speaking in volumes of how life should be
Painting a picture for you and for me
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