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Painted Dream 
Medium
by The Dada Weatherman
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no we get older now
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it flowing like a stream
so let your choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies the of grass
all the one
you told me that if ryhmed with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you the in eyes
& turn pale & you realized
that life is all we've had
& that's all we'll eer get
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 clouds
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it flowing like a stream
so let your choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies the of grass
all the one
you told me that if ryhmed with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you the in eyes
& turn pale & you realized
that life is all we've had
& that's all we'll eer get
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 clouds
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