Portrait a man of the past
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Future secured by the stroke of a brush
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Curled around the warm feel of the paint
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That he trusted so well
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Set seal on the artist's reply
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Relayed through the portrait
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Assessed through the language
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Of love and emotion, it's true
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So Picasso lies still, lies still
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Distance, confusion attained
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Relies on the artist to sign all the portions
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As neatly as facts of clay
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That were started so well
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And so you may find the recluse
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As busy as days that beset him to paint
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All the sorrow and pain
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And the future and wars, sad but true
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So Picasso lies still, lies still lies still
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Picasso
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