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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-"