GREEN
GREEN
As I pick up my head from were I lye, and see world,
Not everything is horrible,
The mountains are green,
And the trees are trim,
Could it just be in my dreams?
I lay here and treat my self to a beautiful scene,
Were the water and sky’s are clear,
And u can hear birds sing,
The sun is so bright in the middle of the night,
For which is just a dream,
For I hear the cop’s, I just been shot,
And I should never comeback from this beautiful dreams were
Everything is clean.
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