Come, the girl in the green dress,
Let me hear the snow in your eyes.
And blue words on your lips,
Now have turned to violets.
And your flowers would blossom
Every thursday in the autumn
And you hide, you hide
The sun, beneath your ears.
Every thursday, every autumn.
Let me hear the snow in your eyes.
And blue words on your lips,
Now have turned to violets.
And your flowers would blossom
Every thursday in the autumn
And you hide, you hide
The sun, beneath your ears.
Every thursday, every autumn.
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