Red as the grass that lines these walls,
Green as the sky below,
Blue as the sun that burns my eyes,
Bright as my love for you.
Red as the grass that lines these walls,
Green as the sky below,
Blue as the sun that burns my eyes,
Bright as my love for you.
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