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Michelangelo from marble made man, Beyond Perfection. An Ultimate image, as Apollo's Earthrise on Luna, or Showcase #4. Germany has it's Beatles, Just as Liverpool does too, And I've seen pictures of a wall that stretches the length of China. Pyramids rise out of the Deserts of Egypt, The Jungles of the Aztecs, and the Mountains of the Mayans. A Colosseum still stands in Rome, And every temple envy's the ones in Angkor Wot For every age a legend. For every actor a role. For every writer a story, and painter a painting, and general a battle, and architect a structure. Wright and Wolfe and Orwell and Wells and Kafka and Kubrick and Lenin and Lennon and McCartney and MacArthur and Patton and Plato and Dvořák. There is a perfect apple pie in every mother's mind. A perfect game in every pitcher's eye. A work of art around every corner, Stuck to refrigerators, And tucked away underneath children sized beds. Hanging in every high-school hallway, Spray painted on every highway overpass. A Planet-wide gallery as simple as a finger-painting, As grand as that canyon out in Arizona. A world full of masterpieces... But for me... Only you... Only you.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
For You.
Michelangelo from marble made man, Beyond Perfection. An Ultimate image, as Apollo's Earthrise on Luna, or Showcase #4. Germany has it's Beatles, Just as Liverpool does too, And I've seen pictures of a wall that stretches the length of China. Pyramids rise out of the Deserts of Egypt, The Jungles of the Aztecs, and the Mountains of the Mayans. A Colosseum still stands in Rome, And every temple envy's the ones in Angkor Wot For every age a legend. For every actor a role. For every writer a story, and painter a painting, and general a battle, and architect a structure. Wright and Wolfe and Orwell and Wells and Kafka and Kubrick and Lenin and Lennon and McCartney and MacArthur and Patton and Plato and Dvořák. There is a perfect apple pie in every mother's mind. A perfect game in every pitcher's eye. A work of art around every corner, Stuck to refrigerators, And tucked away underneath children sized beds. Hanging in every high-school hallway, Spray painted on every highway overpass. A Planet-wide gallery as simple as a finger-painting, As grand as that canyon out in Arizona. A world full of masterpieces... But for me... Only you... Only you.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
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