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Her meadows, green
Your envy, green
What's the point of that green scheme
Blue, withered, wrinkled skin
Blue can make the darkest gleam
Red, fiery, glaring dream
Water heated, produces steam
Immaculate, unmarred crown
Stained purple by a sweet frown
Give up the fight
And you will win
Surrender your demons to the din
Give up the air, so you can breathe
Let go, and you will find it
You don't have to have what you don't have that she has
Everything you need, want
You earn but
not too fast
Look inside you
In the long run
You are quite all right
Torn between two emphatic scenes
One to give up
One to keep
Mess on their floor
Broom's at your door
Break the lock
Into the knob's core
Give up the fight and you will win
Leave all your demons to the din
Give up the air, so you can breathe
Let go and you will find me
In every wall
there is a crack
where light seeps in
Familiar beam that for so long
you haven't seen
Possession's nice
But you must learn to let go
and carpe diem
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