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Im crumpled green paper,
You don't care for me.
When the day comes to and end you throw me to the ground to live with the fleas.
What I dont understand about green papers like me?
We aren't the prettiest I guess you can see.
Our many different shade like emerald and lime,
But you shouldn't mistake us for being a dime.
We are very expensive and true to the heart,
But only to the people who put us in their cart.
But the people with the carts, who have  the money
Will go and buy more green paper like me.
I'm crumpled green paper
And you don't care for me.

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