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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 keeps flowing like a stream
so let your choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw like you write a poem
the blues of the skies the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the in your eyes
& turn pale & cold when you realized
that life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the leaves
at the free
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing like a stream
so let your choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw like you write a poem
the blues of the skies the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the in your eyes
& turn pale & cold when you realized
that life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the leaves
at the free
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