Rising from the east each morn she begins to paint
Easel propped and strokes of fire that she radiates
Colors dance into the dawn soon the music fades
Vanishing into the morn lost in time and space
Paint paint paint and paint some more
Oh how she loves to paint
Breathtaking are her pastel dreams
Until the day awakes
Breathtaking are her pastel dreams
Oh how she loves to paint
Setting in the west each night again she dawns her brush
Easel propped and strokes of fire she can’t get enough
Colors sing into the dusk as virtuosos strum
Then she paints the sky with dreams till the morning comes
Paint paint paint and paint some more
Oh how she loves to paint
Breathtaking are her pastel dreams
Until the day awakes
Breathtaking are her pastel dreams
Oh how she loves to paint
Paint paint paint and paint some more
Oh how she loves to paint
Breathtaking are her pastel dreams
Until the day awakes
Breathtaking are her pastel dreams
Oh how she loves to paint
Oh how she loves to paint
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