Our green lovers give us food,
Our life is also what they give...
Still we don't give them what we should,
Rather, we don't even let them live...
Yesterday, all seasons were green,
Today, even spring has lost its soul.
Wherever those days of green have been,
My love for green shall not turn ole...
O greenery, you're beyond my eyes,
Let me know, where can you be found
All will surely turn green under the skies,
If my hope and belief are firmly wound...
Whatever people say, whatever they do,
But I promise, I'll put back your soul in you...
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