A Little Bit Like Me

She was a little bit like me now
Time proves her beauty and intelligence
Though she was famous and yet unknown
Times come and go
Not a lover nor a friend no
Just oil paint on canvas
He was a little bit like me now
Still life of soul and expression
In his bedroom with a blood red coverlet
And orange table
Sunflowers and starry night
Outside the window
It's a little bit like me now
It's kind of weird and paradoxical
The silent voices talking in my head
But I still got no answer
Like Yin and Yang or black and white
Hades and Heaven



Credits
Writer(s): Kirill Zhalnin
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