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Green,
A pleasant thing, they say.
On leaves in trees at spring,

In low mountains with clean air,
By private meadows with flowers,
Far from city care;

Peaceful moss on tired logs,
In clear ponds during rain showers
Filled by small turtles, frogs.

The cool color that covers everything
Impossible to glean, fills the heart all day
With warm unpleasant envy.