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