Two Thousand Plus And Rising Fast
Two thousand plus
and rising fast
As we sit
and count the grass
The blades of which
grow ever high
We sit and stare
at the sky
I wonder if
this could be true
Just a story of
me and you
Two good friends
that once were more
I will not ever
ever feel regret
Two thousand plus
and rising fast
As we sit
and count the grass
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