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Seventeen lanterns are burning tonight
Isn't he aside?
Sitting alone in his plush poison road
In the blackest night
With his fan seizing flied
All his colours are bright
And the canvas is white of the painter of women
And the canvas is white of the painter of women

Stood at disease with his brushes in hand
He's in demand
Everyone's heard how the site in his fingers
Will guide his hand
He is known through the land
As the blind gentleman
Yes he's the blind gentleman who's the painter of women
He's the blind gentleman who's the painter of women

Painting the faces where no faces are
They are bizarre and lovely to see
Selling to emperors, kings and queens
Each of his dreams
Each of his dreams

He's always around
With his love to be found
And all the people surround him, the painter of women
I see the people surround him, the painter of women
All the people surround him, the painter of women

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