The Grass Grows Green
THE GRASS GROWS GREEN,
BABIES CRY, MOTHERS NURSE,
BIRDS DANCE IN THE AIR,
SQUIRRELS DANCE IN THE TREES.
PEOPLE THROW WORDS
HEARTS CAN NEVER CATCH.
THE WORLD IS NEVER POLISHED,
THE EARTH NEVER SOLID.
WE STUMBLE ABOUT
LIKE DRUNKS ON A NIGHT OUT,
EACH MOVING BEHIND THE GREAT WALL,
LONGING...ALWAYS LONGING.
LET IT GO
LET IT BE
LET ME SEE!
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