We don't belong to these green grasses of envy.
We don't belong to the blue skies of sorrow.
We just don't belong to this world that's hollow.
People were born confusing
It's a pity they don't understand themselves
But what makes us different is neat-
I understand you and you understand me.
We were born for a world of our own
Where green is of the grass and blue not of sorrow
We belong to that other world
That's nothing more than my imagination of morrow.
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