I'm always looking beyond the mist Beyond the fog I wonder if the deer run free there It amazes me that there are untouched things Somewhere there are animals roaming around So with my mystical green eyes I look up to the sky I wish it would have been orange And I wish the sea were pink Why is everything blue I'm sick of being reminded of what I am Blue as the sea and green with envy that is the forestBirth sign: Libra
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