

The painterAnna was a painter, for rainbow coloured scenes, things to believe in, like she believed in me.The painter
I'd sit and watch, it helped to pass the time, seeing new born dreams, who needs to understand?
Her smile a canvas, where here best work began, her eyes I always remember, when I forget myself.


You and II imagine the tear in this summer rain I imagine the breeze whispering your pain I see the smile, wilted in your face I see your guiding star, falling from grace.You and I
Your hand I reached for My hand you chose to ignore No talking between us But not too shy No talking between us Best friends you and I.
You chased leaves in the autumn eves You watched skies hide in the trees You now sigh as you struggle to breathe You still try to grin as you quietly grieve
My help I’d offer You’d rather I not bother No talking between us But n
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