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It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers byÂ
A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders whyÂ
A tired old man stares at the wall, said the color's blinding meÂ
How can he see anything at all since he's got no eyes to seeÂ
It's not too fadedÂ
I still see that color coming throughÂ
It's not too jadedÂ
The more you look the more you seeÂ
Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the man's still standing thereÂ
Once asked him why, he said cause I am the last one here who caresÂ
Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it freeÂ
He closed the doors I closed my eyes that's when I began to seeÂ
It's not too fadedÂ
I still see that color coming throughÂ
It's not too jadedÂ
The more you look the more you seeÂ
It's not too fadedÂ
I still see that color coming throughÂ
It's not too jadedÂ
The more you look the more you see
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