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I stood as a two hundred year old tree trunk
 My roots firm and deep, my roots firm and deep
 The sun bled through the cracks in the leaves
 Dying my skin, dying my skin
 My tender arms could not bear repentance
 My tender arms could not bear repentance
 My tender arms could not bear repentance
 Smug and resilient, I started screaming
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape-"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape-"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape me!"
 "Green, my love, you won't shape-"