By Golly your eyes strike with beauty,
Green their colour, admiration high.
Eyes are a gateway to eternal hymn,
Allow thyself be picked up by the green thumb.
Your garden is one of bliss without hiss,
I have entered your eternal hymn,
Yet still equipped with death's beauty,
For it holds the black rose which spills blood.
Red, yellow, pink, green, purple, orange, blue,
I can see you in complete truth.
Your beauty must be appreciated,
For it is not beauty without thought.
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Nature / Nurture lyrics
PoetryLyrics from the album Nature / Nurture Listen: https://soundcloud.com/user-550635690/sets/nature-nurture
