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Lletres: Bob Dylan. When I Paint My Masterpiece.

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish stairs

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I've got me a date with Botticellis niece
She promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours that I've spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin' time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb

Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
As the daylight I was new tree
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

I left Rome and landed in Brussels
Where they picture of tall up tree by my side
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' turtles
Everyone was there but nobody tried to hide

Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, everything is gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece