that artist , he

for love is the antithesis of selfishness
and the artiste a creator , he
hee haw he ,a creator
heave ho, he a creator
in love he ,swirled ,he
twirled ,he .... hee haw, unfurled he,
lay he ,watching the skies, he ,
saw he, life pass him by ,he ,
saw ,he, the pain , the anger and the madness, he,
saw he, happiness ,he,
hee haw saw hee haaw
but saw he, not the pain the anger the madness
he saw he, not happiness
he saw he, not life
he saw he, in life
he saw he , in the skies
he saw he ,in pain in happiness in madness
he saw he, ... himself
he saw he, in all,he saw himself
hee haw saw hee him
saw he haaw him
he ,the prince
he in love , never
he, the king
he, his pride
he, his sorrow
he ,his pain
he, all in all hee haw hee
he , the big fat lie
he , his true art
he , the creator
he in all he himself
...
and he burned thus
the bright flames throwing up silhouettes dark
his ego that flame
that firey passion ,
hah , not at all
that fire was he
.. an artist he called , himself
... burned he in himself
.. and he consumed he



hee haww
hey ,said she
him i loved !