Green, greener pastures
abound the horizon.
Not of the bad kind,
out of the good.
Good times we will have.
Have this romantic dream
times 2.
Does the 2 become 1.
1 spirit
1 love
i beer, but is she near.
Near this den of hate.
Hate these lonely times
in here.
Here I go again,
a life in reruns.
Pt.2
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