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ArtistMy father always promised us we would live in France We'd go sailing on the Seine and I would learn to dance. We lived in Ohio then and he worked in the mines. On his streams like boats we knew we would sail in time. All my sisters soon were gone to Denver and Cheyenne, Marrying their grown-up dreams, the lilacs and the man. I stayed behind the youngest and only danced alone, The colors of my father's dreams faded without a sigh. And now I live in Paris and my children dance and dream, Hearing the story of a miner's life in words they never seen. I sail my memories abold like boats across the Seine, And I watch the Paris sun set in my father's eyes again. My father always promised us we would live in France We'd go sailing on the Seine and I would learn to dance. (((no text in image at all)))
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My Father (Melanie Safka, 1969) Cover
A stunning hyperrealistic highly detailed painting depicting a magical romantic impressionist old Paris scene, with the Eiffel Tower in the center, boats on the water, hot air balloons and flying boats, dancing people, a contemplative miner, a woman and two children looking to the right from a balcony. Above them are busts and a painting. The sky is a blend of blue and yellow with planets and a moon with a face. Ballet dancers and clockwork spheres in the sky.
