Green Man

Spring won't come, the need of strife
 To struggle to be freed from hard ground
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 The evening mists that creep and crawl
 Will drench me in dew and so drown
 I'm the green man
 The green man
 Sol in prime sweet summertime
 Cast shadows of doubt on my face
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 A midday sun, its caustic hues
 Refracting within the still lake
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 Autumn in her flaming dress
 Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
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 My mistress of the frigid night
 I worship pray to on my knees
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 Winter's breath of filthy snow
 Befrosted paths to the unknown
 Have my lips turned true purple?
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 Life is coming to an end
 So says me, me wiccan friend
 Nature coming full circle
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 Winter's breath of filthy snow
 Befrosted paths to the unknown
 Have my lips turned true purple?
 Life is coming to an end
 So says me, me wiccan friend
 Nature coming full circle
 I'm the green man
 The green man
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 I'm a green man
 A green man