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Gray walls and gray beds Sun could smile But it’s dead Wind could talk But it’s to quiet Heart could feel Yet it just beats instead Mind and memories Drowning out the things around Eyes they close, to not feel so bound The brush I raise Out of these cold hands of mine Paint as you please Lindsey Paint the things you like Why don’t you paint the sun a golden yellow shining on you And paint the sky a nice shade of blue With a line of orange, purple and pink Along to the bottom of the dark, glassy sea Paint what you see I open my eyes to find a room full of color The wind from my window and the sun from the sky find one another A hand on my heart Something I once tried to hide A brand new start I found hope inside
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
Paint What you Want
Gray walls and gray beds Sun could smile But it’s dead Wind could talk But it’s to quiet Heart could feel Yet it just beats instead Mind and memories Drowning out the things around Eyes they close, to not feel so bound The brush I raise Out of these cold hands of mine Paint as you please Lindsey Paint the things you like Why don’t you paint the sun a golden yellow shining on you And paint the sky a nice shade of blue With a line of orange, purple and pink Along to the bottom of the dark, glassy sea Paint what you see I open my eyes to find a room full of color The wind from my window and the sun from the sky find one another A hand on my heart Something I once tried to hide A brand new start I found hope inside
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Lindzchristoph
22/F
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
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