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Mar 2019
They say the grass is greener
On the other side
We’ve all heard every iteration
Every delineation

So hear my quiet refrain
I will try and repay
Of how I was the first grass
And right by me you passed

A tear of dew runs down
Drifting into the soil
As you went over to the land of green
I hope he brings you to what you dreamed
Written by
Lost in my Head  20/M/Nunya
(20/M/Nunya)   
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   Ithaca
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