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My dreams have decomposed,
attracting flies to the scene,
and I don't want an ever after,
it's just a little time I need.
It's not true that I'm blue,
and though I'm green,
I'm hardly new.
Today's just another Emerald View,
from my sane, jaded point of view.
I tune to Dan The Weatherman,
though what he says means much the same.
If it's rain, it's Brut champagne...
but if it's sun,
it's something harder.
My dreams have decomposed,
attracting flies to the scene,
and I don't want an ever-after,
it's just a little time I need.
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Marissa's Song
