The Greenest of Green The greenest of green,she finds a meadow in him,the purest of pure he is,another lover undonewho carries the mind of noneand the heart of allwho live to create.She deliberatesand takes the moment to seeif the touch of his skin into hershurts.And afraid how she mightjust lose him out of her sight,for he comes aloneand leaves unheardlike a bird that flies,she finds herself missing againthe green worldof a manwho walks free.
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Under the Trees Is this all there is?For if it is,I want to have it all -the lovers under the trees,the gentle breeze of summer,another cigarette.And yet,if dreaming of another lifeis what one strives for,then for another's love to striveis useless.Oh, you are not all there is..For if you were,under the treesI would have diedwithout your gentle touch.
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