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This is a poem I scripted while listening to (and still am, damn this song is addictive!) A Final Fantasy Numa (english version) music video. Here is the link to see this masterpiece of graphic detail. http://www.quizilla.com/users/Lycant...sh%20version)/ Now, on to the poem! Grey World I made something that's real To show you how I feel Hello, it's me, Picasso True, I may not have class But at least you have my love. I will paint my words of love with your name on all the walls To cushion myself at the end of my fall When you leave all my colors fade to grey So everything you said I paint on the walls all day Hello, hello, it's me, an outlaw. Little all this day My colors all fade away Everything I used to say I now paint onto walls everyday When you leave. Your love echoing between the lint trees Humming as loudly as the birds and the bees When you leave you don't want to take me with you The reasons you give are far and few Yet you don't show me your love. Looking into your blue eyes, I fall so hard No, don't ask me to sing, I'm no bard I'm just an outlaw My voice echoes like a raven's caw Hello, hello, it's me, Picasso. | ||||||||
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