Green To Blue

Before The Madness Part 14

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The world is green

The world is mean

So I sit under this handful of green

I wish to not go near the mean

I long only for the green

But the seasons change

And the green fades

Leaving me to be with the mean

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So I run from it

I make it to the blue

The blue that washes my tears away

Because of the Lost green

I flee from the mean

To the sloshing sea

Where the dead green meets the sea

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