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The trees are green...
and the sky are blue...
Wiped it clean, but it ain't true...

All the heartaches and hatred I created.
Is it what I really wanted?

If so, I did it because of love...
If so, I did it because I loved...

But why does the storm never cease to rage...
why does my heart feels like crying, smashed to the ground like I am dieing?
Crumbled in the sea of tears, and forest of pain...
where I just lay there hoping to gain...

But at least it is working...
My little canary soar high, and that is wonderful!
I know she loved me...and that is why I had to die...

With lots of love,
The Giant