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Painted Dream Medium
by The Dada Weatherman
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no we wont get older now
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it down like a stream
so let your choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my canvas
threw colours you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you me that if ryhmed orange
it like a revenge
but i it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you blew the in your eyes
& & cold when you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our forget the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the long clouds weaving free
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it down like a stream
so let your choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my canvas
threw colours you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you me that if ryhmed orange
it like a revenge
but i it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you blew the in your eyes
& & cold when you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our forget the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the long clouds weaving free
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