Clue
What
Paint
Can
Do,
An
Abstract
Suggestion
To
Include
The
Best
And
Leave
The
Rest,
To
Show
The
Woman
We
Can
View,
The
Timeless
Image
Of
Me
And
You.
A
Clue What Paint Can Do, An Abstract Suggestion To Include The Best And Leave The Rest, To Show The Woman We Can View, The Timeless Image Of Me And You.
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