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Your life is like a painting
Left behind
For us to admire...
And while we ponder the days you spent with us
He will start another painting
With a new canvas
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To paint another work of art
That awaits our arrival
And reunion in heaven...
And the painting we have now
Of the memories
And the tears
And the years
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Will disappear
And fade away
When we see each other again.
And the new canvas in heaven
Will hold a beautiful new painting
That shall never fade.
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