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The grass is green
The sky is blue
Roses are red
This is all true
But then one day
While looking for my soul
I looked up high
The sky was so dull
The trees swing low
Water no longer shimmers
The boats don't float
Colours get dimmer
Days get darker
Cuts get deeper
I scream for help
They call me the weeper
I go to sleep
Carrying my sorrow
Tossing and turn
Hoping it's better tomorrow
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