Her favorite color was green.
She admired vibrance, soul, and love.
Her favorite color was green.
Earth was her second nature,
Her favorite color was green.
A comfort to her tears, a protector from her fears,
A warm path above the shadow, an array of doves.
But green doesn't just happen,
It takes blue, yellow, and a lot of strength,
But green can happen,
So she keeps going.
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