Dear dear friend
The world is filled with hate regardless
Without there is cold and darkness
I yearned for you and shouted loud
I feel so nice, mom I feel so nice
I've always wanted your advice
You are a piece of art
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
Back then I was content with a dull and endless strife
A brown piano settled on one side
You never told me that you lied
All I can do is thrive
I thought if only I could live
I remember back then the gentle deference to me
Those moments are now in memories
If only I could see the future that should be
If only you could see
Than to love and be loved by me
That the wind came out when I was fed up and lost
When I pushed you away
How much does it truly cost
Picasso created you
In the greenest of our valleys
In that sweet day we laughed, we cried
Those days with you
On this day the day that you died
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