There's something I must tell you, There's one thing you must know : Green is the color I remember on the hills of long ago. I was told to be watchful, I was told to beware. For something in the way that he spoke showed he didn't care. Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it's destiny. Destiny, and just like before, I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. He stood out in the shadows, He was not one to explain Then he moved past the trees, a distant figure against the green terrain. Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it's destiny. Destiny, and just like before, I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. Out there stands a manzanita, Underneath there lies a stone, Without a name or a symbol, Fading in the waiting light alone.
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