emerald
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Life was coming to see you on weekends
When nights turned into dew drops on your car
When the sun seemed to rise before we had the chance to say goodbye to the moon.
I miss the days of aimless wandering
She painted with green tintEndless strokes on every canvasFocus detailed upon every lineEvoking emotions that are endlessShe painted with green tintbecause it was the color of his eyes,
