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Daria

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CloudNumber8

Published: Mar 18, 2012

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Literature Text

Paint me a portrait
A picture of pain
A canvas based water colour
With love from Ukraine

Sign your name 'Daria'
and the year you gave birth
To this beautiful masterpiece
You beautiful girl

Draw him a sketch
With your sorrowful pen
If he ignores you
Then draw it again

If he continues
Use your pen for words
A soul mate could not resist you
You beautiful girl

Sing me a song
With your angelic tone
In the depths of the night
When we sit alone

With every note that escapes
From your lips into my world
You bring Heaven closer
You beautiful girl

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I wrote this for my new friend Daria. Alot of the lyrics might not make sense to you. It was written really to highlight her work to my watchers as I believe she deserves more views than she gets.

Her art work is amazing. She is a nice girl too

Please go and check her out