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I stood as a two hundred year old tree trunk

My roots firm and deep, my roots firm and deep

The sun bled through the cracks in the leaves

Dying my skin, dying my skin

My tender arms could not bear repentance

My tender arms could not bear repentance

My tender arms could not bear repentance

Smug and resilient, I started screaming

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape-"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape-"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape me!"

"Green, my love, you won't shape-"