Tytuł: Man of colours

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   There's a noise upstairs in the attic,
  it's the shuffle of worn out shoes.
  and the scent of the oil and brushes,
  drifts down like a pale perfume.
  and he says, "I...
  I am a man
  a Simple man,
  .. a man of colours.
  and I can see
  see through the years
  years of a man,
  .. a man of colours"
  and the old man rubs his failing eyes,
  takes a moment to watch the view.
  from a window nobody knows he's there,
  he can see the empty street below.
  and he says, "I...
  I am a man
  a Simple man,
  .. a man of colours.
  and I can see
  see through the years
  years of a man,
  .. a man of colours"
  he says, "I keep my life in this paintbox
  I keep your face in these picture frames
  when I speak to the empty canvas... it tells me...
  I have no need for words anyway..."
  and he says, "I...
  I am a man
  a Simple man,
  .. a man of colours.
  and I can see
  see through these tears
  tears of a man,
  .. a man of colours"
  and he says, "I...
  I am a man
  a Simple man,
  .. a man of colours.
  and I can see
  see through the years
  years of a man,
  .. a man of colours"