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Miserable mrs. green sit by yourself and think awhile |
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Of all that once could have been instead of what is now |
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How does it even feel, you're no longer madame butterfly |
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Yesterday operas have quickly passed you by |
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Mrs. green, you're older but you're really no more cleaver |
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Things that you were thinking i am thinking i will never think at all |
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Volumes of photographs held in your einsenhower hands |
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Newer world intellect could never understand |
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You tore yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids |
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And never forgave yourself for acting as you did |
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Where is your family and why did they lock you up inside |
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And what will they talk about after you have died |
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Who scared the birds away by lining the nest with demands |
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And using the iron first but not a helping hand |
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Mrs. green i know you're not as happy as you can be |
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As you watch my new leaf turn, you're turning green with envy over me |
