Dear,
With three paintbrushes
Taken me the road,
One red,
One white,
And one silvery gold,
Yes
These three
me believes can change me
And you too
Forever...
Got three paintbrushes,
One red
As oxygenated
Blood,
One white
As peaceful restive silent holy light,
As sublime writes,
As the cloudy dreams,
As philos like beam,
And
One
Holding night and day
Bright,
Glittering,
Silvery gold,
For both the Moon and the Sun,
Howzzat?
(Note : paintbrushes can act as awesome stones to wear on fingers!)
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