Has he finally found the source of light
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The Man Who Loved Colours
The man who loves colours turned his head again
His paintings seemed so dull and grey
It's time to seek another light
And try to sail upstream
Gliding through the town on century old canals
Faces in the windows would smile
It's time to seek a stronger light
And try to sail upstream
And the restless spirit is very close
He'd never seen such colours shine before
Has he finally found the source of light
He'd never been so close at any point before
Has he found the source
And the restless spirit is breathing
On the window of his soul
He'd never seen such colours shine before
Has he finally found the source of light
He'd never been so close at any point before
Has he found the source
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