Green and red,
Black and blue,
What relations have these ask you.
Ill tell you this, and this alone,
They are of light and life and death and stone.
Red and green of grass and blood,
Green grass and a bloody flood.
Black and blue of stony hue,
Sits serenly above you.
Youre away from the light, underground,
No one will come to place an offer upon your burial mound.
 
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