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It's your face that I drew
Bowed I on the ground I painted it
I used black for your eyes
And white sand for your skin
When the rain will have washed it
And mixed up your colours
And when the wind will have passed
I will eventually heal
It's your face that I drew
I sat and I waited
I used black for your hair
And red sand for your mouth
The rain will come and wash it
It will mix up your colours
When wind will have passed
I will eventually heal
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