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Painted Dream 
Medium
by The Dada Weatherman
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no we get older now
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps like a stream
so let choke on dust
for you're the & the lust
you my blank canvas
colours like when you a poem
the blues of the with the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me if orange
it sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
you the in eyes
& turn pale & 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 forget the sad
yea feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps like a stream
so let choke on dust
for you're the & the lust
you my blank canvas
colours like when you a poem
the blues of the with the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me if orange
it sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
you the in eyes
& turn pale & 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 forget the sad
yea feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
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