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Green Hands

My hands are green as green as could be But the second I see it they start to lose color I cant even help to wash it off faster loosing the green makes me gain lots and lot I try to say no, as more stuff is offered give us your green hands and this can be yours I want to I yearn to but still I say no. i need my hands green, in honor to grow But still as as walk and pick out something things my hands start to turn, like the leaves to some days At least once i look, my hands are not green and all the things, that i got in return. Do not make it worth it... not one tiny bit. But still I SPENT IT.

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