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Of the People

The green was never there, we'd caught in glimpse our amity,

There was power in association, because we couldn't imagine the minute

we'd take the easy path to love, and breathe when we had the chance.

Dancing notes of ecstasy through someone else's eyes, stolen time,

Little did I know, and hardly a shred more now.
Written by Gnashville (These Watery Eyes)
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