Browning green

Browning green, texture like sun
Lays me down with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a freen with Browning green

Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a freen with Browning green

Browning green, finer temptress
Through the ages she’s heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a freen with Browning green

Never a freen
With Browning green
Never a freen
With Browning green

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