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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 down like a stream
so let your on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies with the green of grass
all the packed into one
you told me that if something ryhmed with orange
it would certainly 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 & when you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea bare on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream
so let your on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies with the green of grass
all the packed into one
you told me that if something ryhmed with orange
it would certainly 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 & when you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea bare on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving
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