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Painted Dream 
Medium
by The Dada Weatherman
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no we get older now
we'll be in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it flowing a stream
so let your pretenders on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw like you a poem
the of the skies with the of grass
all the packed into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it would sound a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you 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
there is no o-ther palce
to let our souls the sad
yea feet on a rock
i look the leaves
at the long broken clouds
we'll be in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it flowing a stream
so let your pretenders on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw like you a poem
the of the skies with the of grass
all the packed into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it would sound a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you 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
there is no o-ther palce
to let our souls the sad
yea feet on a rock
i look the leaves
at the long broken clouds
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