Man of Colours

                                  There's a noise upstairs in the attic

It's the shuffle of worn out shoes

And the scent of the oil and brushes

Drifts down like a pale perfume



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And he says, "I...

I am a man,

A simple man,

A man of colors,

And I can see

See through the years,

Years of a man,

A man of colors"



And the old man rubs his failing eyes

And takes a moment to watch the view

From a window nobody knows is there

He can see the empty street below



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He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox

I keep your face in these picture frames

And when I speak to this faded canvas it tells me

I have no need for words anyway..."



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And he says, "I...

I am a man,

A simple man,

A man of colours,

And I can see

See through the tears,

Tears of a man,

A man of colours"