It took him years to paint his masterpiece
He thought it was about the movement of his hand
He was living inside a wind tunnel
Painting with colored sand
As soon as he would paint a stroke the wind would take it away
And he would have nothing to show at the end of every day
He kept trying to teach his technique and trying not to give up hope
He would tell his kids to put the world into every stroke
And though he never saw his painting completed on the ground
Now he knows that his masterpiece is scattered all around
Teach love move believe
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