My Paintings, My Life
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It starts with a thought
Then an idea
That becomes a dream
Then there's hope and maybe faith
Then comes the paper
And in jump the colors
AND THEN IT STOPS AND CHANGES
The thought becomes shit
The idea, stupid
The dream's shattered by reality
Then there's doubt and maybe despair
Then comes the liquor
And the colors fade
And that's when all is finally lost!
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