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I knew a bot who liked to draw He drew pictures that nobody saw Be was most artistic late at night In the bathroom and out sight He kept a secret that no one knew he didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew His drawings were sident no paper or pen But he needed a bandage now and again We stood by the river under the stats He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars He felt embarrassed and liked down at his shoe Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered 'I draw too.'