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THE WORLD IS BLUE
Beneath the azure sky
The melancholy world
Heaves a wistful sigh
To see a dream unfurled
Fed up with all man's ways
Of wickedness and waste
She longs for virgin days
A time when she was chaste
In reverie she pines
For grasses and for trees
All tangled up in vines
And flowers full of bees
But all that comes to view
Are asphalt sights obscene
Alas, the world is blue
But wishing she were green
