Bright and green, acting as sunscreen
Watching infants grow into adults
Stories of love,
Stories of tragedy,
the first kiss of many,
The last of some.
Time runs faster than we think,
Those bright and green now filled with wrinkles,
Some are buried
Some are waiting for the signal.
Waiting to see some more,
I am the last one remaining,
That's my score.
Watching infants grow into adults
Stories of love,
Stories of tragedy,
the first kiss of many,
The last of some.
Time runs faster than we think,
Those bright and green now filled with wrinkles,
Some are buried
Some are waiting for the signal.
Waiting to see some more,
I am the last one remaining,
That's my score.
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