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Jun 2017
I was a desperate terrible teen
And no all those years, were never green
Now that i lay here lying in smithereens
I think green was a color that never actually truly suited me
And blues...were well blues
For if you ever find yourself a green man
And ask him to show you his,
You will be out of count
my friend...
Let me tell u this..
As it has always been
Vani j
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