<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=84580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Kinder Eye</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his widowed years of longing, in his windowed room of light<br>He lay the oil upon the canvas, brought sweet memory to life<br>His speckled beard a brush of colour, his spotted hands both grace and speed<br>I was the boy who came with evening, to sweep his floors and bring his tea<br>To the world he was the master, his landscapes filled the gallery halls<br>But now he painted only portraits, unframed upon his private walls<br>Subjects sitting-walking-laughing in playful flight or soft refrain<br>A thousand forms and colours, but every face the same<br>Across the page (across the ages) the moving hand of history bleeds<br>... for a kinder eye to see us, not as we are, but as we dream<br>A winters night when I arrived there, he looked so tired and near the end<br>And as I cleaned his bench and brushes, I wished out loud to be like him<br>He said that art was only longing, trying to do what cant be done<br>And though hed signed a thousand paintings, still hed never finished one<br>As I finished up my sweeping, in his sleep he spoke her name<br>I looked again at all the portraits, each and every face the same<br>Not as she was in pain or sorrow, but in timeless beauty seen<br>As she served his noble dream<br>Across the page (across the ages) the moving hand of history bleeds<br>... for a kinder eye to see us, not as we are, but as we dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Level 42 - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=84580" data-title="A Kinder Eye" data-description="In his widowed years of longing, in his windowed room of light He lay the oil upon the canvas, brought sweet memory to life His speckled beard a brush of colour, his spotted hands both grace and speed I was the boy who came with evening, to sweep ..."></div> </div> </div>

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