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All I am a memory drawn in an old picture I sit there in the yard as I did a year before everything's different and still the same The exact same walls I painted back then with the same paintings of stars and dreams there where I felt the burden of the future But then what is a future without colours? Imagine a world between Monet's water lilies and the soothing sounds of a piano There where I sat with a long lost friend gazing stars that now I can name and there we talked about art and love I think about those photographs too much as time is forever frozen and minds shine Should I abandon my crown now? When I'm lonely I dive in books and memories embroidered with Marc Chagall's dreamy mixtures and sometimes I cry too much, but it's okay I know I'll keep them inside the compass of my heart I'll never be alone till I can still remember all of what I learnt between lyrics and unsaid words Some day far away from today we will meet in some street forgotten or around trees I hope maybe I'll will still write and dream
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
To a favourite teacher
All I am a memory drawn in an old picture I sit there in the yard as I did a year before everything's different and still the same The exact same walls I painted back then with the same paintings of stars and dreams there where I felt the burden of the future But then what is a future without colours? Imagine a world between Monet's water lilies and the soothing sounds of a piano There where I sat with a long lost friend gazing stars that now I can name and there we talked about art and love I think about those photographs too much as time is forever frozen and minds shine Should I abandon my crown now? When I'm lonely I dive in books and memories embroidered with Marc Chagall's dreamy mixtures and sometimes I cry too much, but it's okay I know I'll keep them inside the compass of my heart I'll never be alone till I can still remember all of what I learnt between lyrics and unsaid words Some day far away from today we will meet in some street forgotten or around trees I hope maybe I'll will still write and dream
katerina-niovi
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
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