the grave sings the same song
as the green woman by the sea
it eagerly calls to the tired and poor
it laps on the shores of huddles masses
yearning for freedom as icy waves
of northern waters lick ships in the night
it hungers for the wretched refuse
the homeless is its favorite target
and the tempest tossed, well they
are one of its greatest temptations
but that green woman by the sea
she possibly hides wings under her robe
for her song is one of deliverance
while the grave hymns indulgence
each song pulls greatly on the human soul
one strumming the strings of fear
the other the chords of love
yet the notes mingle in the ear
but each distinctive melody rings clear
and each step must decide their way
and what another's life is worth
weighing the green woman's copper
against a bed of cold damp earth
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