The massive paintbrush paints away
So the man does not stay
He walks a road so white
All the way through the dark, dark night
On and
on the man does walk
Until
he comes to a divided fork
‘Left
or right’ thinks the man
How
can he come to a plan?
He
sees the paintbrush coming back
Going
down another track
So he
walks to the right
Paintbrush
gladly out of sight
Still
not free the man screams out
“Where
do I go I’m in doubt?”
Suddenly
the painting stops
And
out of the scene the man just hops
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