Within my dreams an artist paints a pleasant scene and I smile for a while like a child My sleep is sound I lay me down upon the ground In my mind while the times still pass Now here is room for things to bloom Above the sky for me to fly Is there a way that I might stay in this array I must know so I won't have to go I don't know why but now my dream is running dry and the painting is fading again Fading away, I can not stay Fading away, I can not stay I know my mind will not erase that pleasant face and the artist will come back to stay
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