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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-"