Now that twilight has come
My brush quivers with longing-
I want to paint your hidden face
On the red canvas of the sky
Frame it with the clouds
And hang it on earth’s wall
Now that day has come
My brush shakes with longing-
I want to paint your shining face
On the dew of the earth
Frame it with the sun’s first rays
And spread it across the blue sky
I want to paint you
On the canvas of my heart
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