First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
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Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..
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