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The walls they paint with yellow-baige, and i think that they are in a cage. For the paint can be a stardust of Orange-green or mountains of Azure, They should let go of the greys, And sacrifice the 'sure'... Painted objects will bring them rage, and i think that they are in a cage. You can paint the moon crimson-blue in the little corner of the wall, And there can be a landscape of rainbow dots. or children playing under a fall..... If these things sound unusual to you, for a suave sitting room, then i bet my pants, you'll stay with creams, and mild shades of gloom. For although you'll enjoy the company of many, you are actually on a stage..... And unfortunately my friend, i regret to inform, You too are in a cage!
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
The Cage
The walls they paint with yellow-baige, and i think that they are in a cage. For the paint can be a stardust of Orange-green or mountains of Azure, They should let go of the greys, And sacrifice the 'sure'... Painted objects will bring them rage, and i think that they are in a cage. You can paint the moon crimson-blue in the little corner of the wall, And there can be a landscape of rainbow dots. or children playing under a fall..... If these things sound unusual to you, for a suave sitting room, then i bet my pants, you'll stay with creams, and mild shades of gloom. For although you'll enjoy the company of many, you are actually on a stage..... And unfortunately my friend, i regret to inform, You too are in a cage!
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
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