Grass

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Let's go where the grass

won't grow,

hide our face as we lay

down low.

Let's go where we'll never

have to walk away.

Bury our fears as we end

the game.

Nothing will ever be

the same.

Hide our tears as we burn

the whole world down.

Burn it all down.

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