Oh, what lies as this fire silently rises 
Sparks piercing the sun 
Darkness where there was none looked dead 
Green and white, blue has yet to die 
Crimson tides flowing fluid and wild 
Draw those tears and kneel to the day 
Mud will flow, greener grass to grow 
Worry not, your time here was well
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