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song
the
unknown artist to his love
I have found the vanishing point
come, take my hand and let's be there
first thing and last and in between
an hour painting – there goes the day
not just this but ages in it, same
with book, or a few lines
point to the boards, the canvas, tell
that's where they were, in there, last scene
the whole historical tribe – brushtailed
poets spilling out of the frame
seeping through to what's under, making
impression of the thinnest air
a wonderful thing so few have noticed
I have found our vanishing point
come, take my hand and let's be there
first thing and last and in between
you won't put a price on it, though they
feed somehow, these creatures
it's like pond life
to the casual observer
ducks take off so there's nothing
but our days go on
first thing and last and in between
I have found our vanishing point
come, let's just be there
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