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Painted Dream 
Medium
by The Dada Weatherman
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no we wont get older now
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's you know
it a stream
so let choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the blues of the skies the of grass
all the feelings packed one
you told me if ryhmed with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i always it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in eyes
& & you realized
that life is all we've 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 the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds free
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's you know
it a stream
so let choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the blues of the skies the of grass
all the feelings packed one
you told me if ryhmed with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i always it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in eyes
& & you realized
that life is all we've 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 the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds free
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