you've got your blue and I've got mine
all colours mutely stand between
the tip of your brush and images divine
as your fingertips soft and unseen
start to paint me with strokes of light pure
I know you've come to take me away
you've come to give me a butterfly cure
so I will be lived for yet another day
you asked me if I would ever know the name
of what awaits behind the closing door
I said no knowledge had ever been the same
I said just that and 'paint me no more'
all colours mutely stand between
the tip of your brush and images divine
as your fingertips soft and unseen
start to paint me with strokes of light pure
I know you've come to take me away
you've come to give me a butterfly cure
so I will be lived for yet another day
you asked me if I would ever know the name
of what awaits behind the closing door
I said no knowledge had ever been the same
I said just that and 'paint me no more'
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