Cezanne Testo

A lonely man stood there
Some time ago

He’d been working since dawn
The night began to fall

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He was drawing my thoughts
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He was painting my notes Cezanne...

Just to see a hand was enough for him to paint
The story of a man his sorrow and his pain

I see this girl he drew, I know he was with her
In spite of the crowd, you can hear when she whispers

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He could capture and stretch
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The shortest smile in his sketch
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He was the only one


As long as there was a pearl of light
He was there
The colours were wet, a brush
And a man in a chair
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Je le garde en moi
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Je le prends, je le traîne
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Je lui trouve un endroit
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Je lui parle, je l’emmène
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Look beyond the frame
You can hear when she whispers : Cezanne…