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Every kind of art has its muse

To keep the flame burning

I once heard about a guy

Who painted his thoughts to keep from yearning


Chorus


Bring Emilie to me

The last words he had spoken

With a breath and a sigh

Bring my world to me

My love’s been broken

And with a breath and a sigh

He was gone


He loved and he lived in all the colours

The reds and the greens and the golds

The lady he loved was like no other

Somehow she kept him on his toes


Chorus


Bring Emilie to me

The last words he had spoken

With a breath and a sigh

Bring my world to me

My love’s been broken

And with a breath and a sigh

He was gone


Middle


The city and the people could not keep them

So they hid in the garden on the hill

When the sun in the afternoon turned into evening

No barstools or dirty laughs could creep in


But he was gone

He was gone

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