once green

like the leaves on the trees

long after spring

like flowers past bloom

love doesn't mean a thing

once ripe, it's rotten now

once green, it's dead and brown

and wilted and withered away

frost was right, nothing gold can stay

like babies,like puppies, like kittens

innocent, young, fresh, and new

that's the way i felt

when i was in love with you



but you fell



like the leaves on the tree

long after spring

like flowers past bloom

love, no, does't mean a thing

once ripe, it's rotten now

once green, it's dead and brown

and wilted and whithered away

yeah, he was right, nothing gold can stay

like babies, like puppies, like kittens

innocent, young, fresh, and new

that's the way i felt

when i was in love with you




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