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Paint me something, tall and happy,
old man, standing like a tree.
Paint me kid, who you caught napping.
Paint with grace and gallantry.

Paint things that will grow and blossom.
Paint the things I wrote about.
Paint like young Vargas Llosa.
Paint with sound and paint out loud.

Make me see and make me ache.
Paint me whales, trapped in lake,
birds of prey of sea and forest.
Paint me like you'd paint dead snakes.

But if life gets claws in canvas,
and "too soon" becomes "too late",
than my room will be your palace
and I'll be the prince you paint.