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**P, is his name**

Beautiful flowers spring
You predate the summer and you follow the winter
Painting with beautiful colors
Plants, flowers, and a warm blue sky.

Pinta! Paint as she does,
Brushes come and go when she only appears
Little birds sing when they see it coming, when they see it happen
Paint every corner with your walk

Brush steps that is your walk!
Painting all this gray jungle called city,
Paint a smile and a face of joy
For everyone who sees it happen!

Well, I think I have a theory
For me they are clear eyes,
Persistent in your headline
Well, it dazzles like a starry sky

You would paint and paint without realizing it,
Words with your beautiful violet voice
To be able to hear such a beautiful melody
Throbbing my heart will shudder

Princess of brushes,
Painter as itchy,
Spring painter, abstract sunsets;
By "P" your name begins.