I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man who has taken all the heart aches, and all the pain he can stand.
I am using all the colors of blue, I have here on my stand. I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.
I can tell he is dying. O see death in his eyes. oh yes I know, I know when he's crying 'tis my tears, my tears that he cries.
I am so tired of how he feels inside, I mix the paint with my hand. I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.
As I paint a wrinkled brow and hair that is turning grey, oh tell me how, how can I paint a smile and eyes that keep turning away?
I am using all the colors of blue I have here on my stand. I am painting in oil, a portrait and I'm the man.
A portrait and I am the man.
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