Paint, I will paint, it is what I do,
What I do, whatever else happens, however now,
I remain alone.
Now, paint, I am alone, with girl friends, who
Will be with one until they are not.
They are always,
There, until the man, the love, which comes,
Then? What matters, love, always. Who is different?
Me? Probably not.
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