Verdant
Speaking of someone, somewhat badly,
when beside the still waters,
I know not, what sort of chap,
yet these words, sadly,
were my neighbour's daughter's...
“Altho' neither sleepy, nor needing a nap,
but, as it's always greener on the other side,
and yet, despite my impassioned pleas,
he makes me to lie down in green pastures,
where I gather grass stains on my knees.”
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