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My Rembrandt, Picasso, Renoir Oh, the lines that you trace in my mind From your heels, to your hips, to your eyes Heaven help me fine art Lately hung in my heart My Rembrandt, Picasso, Renoir
There's a fire in your lines that's ablaze Smokin' pencil, hot charcoal and paint When God handed out glow You were on the front row My Rembrandt, Picasso, Renoir
Heaven's draughtsmen have drawn every line Your figure, your face, your profile There's some stuff I could mention Got special attention My Rembrandt, Picasso, Renoir
©Joseph G Dawson
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