The shape of you
I can let in my eyes
I watch it many times
I try to let it paint
In my mind
The shape of you
The shadow in hiding
The whisper by the wind
I can let in my eyes
The touches in my imagination
You let me imagine
The painted contours in shape
If only I can touch it
You will bring me to the stars
Listening to the whirring wind
The shape of you
I run in my imagination
The naked painting strokes
Brushing along the soft canvas
Carrying me high in our mind
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