A grey, windswept day
her world and mine collided that day
I met her on my way
to find myself in paint only for the pay
Shadowy grey, cold day
her face coming to me in a certain way
If only I had more pay
to be beside her soul and paint her day
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A grey, windswept day
her world and mine collided that day
I met her on my way
to find myself in paint only for the pay
Shadowy grey, cold day
her face coming to me in a certain way
If only I had more pay
to be beside her soul and paint her day