He will pain the light and shadesThe colours and the treesHe will climb the steepest hillBelieving what he seesHe will lay down on the groundBeneath the old oak treeHe will sleep foreverIf you try to set him freeChorusSail on the wings of a cloudWhere to, well nobody knowsAnd cry, cry if you want them to seeDie every day to be freeBe proud to wear the colours that you call your ownBe loud, speak out when the world to knowBe strong, hold the flame for everyone to seeBe weak, if you want to love.He will paint the endless sea.A mystery to meHe will reach out for the sun,Not dreaming what he seesHe will fall down on his kneesAngel touching groundTakes him to the other sideSweet love is coming down.Repeat chorus

 

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