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The grass was always greener on the other side
The grass was always greener on the other side, the roots bear fruit
And the trees grow to their best potential.
From where you stand beside me you see the garden of Eden there in the close distance, gleaming in all its perfection, its beauty defined.
Our harvest never grows nor do our flowers bloom.
The earth is corrupt and everything we put under the soil amounts to dust grime...nothing.
Your glass half full is by no means enough contribution to the crop and mine overflowing drowns the produce till it is lifeless.
You can never rob a man of his hearts true desire , especially when happiness is a few shrubs away.
Eden with her lilies and lavender surrounds you and you are in an ever glow of happiness.
You wonder what of me?
I will not mourn our weeds nor grieve our brittle end. Your desires were deeply rooted in Eden and hence from where you stood the grass was always greener on the other side.
And the trees grow to their best potential.
From where you stand beside me you see the garden of Eden there in the close distance, gleaming in all its perfection, its beauty defined.
Our harvest never grows nor do our flowers bloom.
The earth is corrupt and everything we put under the soil amounts to dust grime...nothing.
Your glass half full is by no means enough contribution to the crop and mine overflowing drowns the produce till it is lifeless.
You can never rob a man of his hearts true desire , especially when happiness is a few shrubs away.
Eden with her lilies and lavender surrounds you and you are in an ever glow of happiness.
You wonder what of me?
I will not mourn our weeds nor grieve our brittle end. Your desires were deeply rooted in Eden and hence from where you stood the grass was always greener on the other side.
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