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Peter and Rebekah Laue
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I keep my Paint Brush with me, wherever I may go,
in case I need to cover up,
so the Real Me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you Me; afraid of what you'll do;
you might laugh, or say mean things;
I'm afraid I might Lose you.
I'd like to remove all my Paintcoats,
to show you the real, true Me.
But I want you to try and understand;
I need you to Like what you see.
So, if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off my coats real slow;
Please understand how much it hurts,
to let the Real Me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off. I feel naked, bare and cold.
If you still love me, with all that you see,
you are my friend, pure as gold.
I need to save my Paint Brush, though, and hold it in my hand;
I want to keep it handy, in case somebody don't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend,
and thanks for loving me True;
But, please let me Keep My Paint Brush with me,
Until I Love Me Too!
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