The comet of green
Across the sky brightly lit
Burning hot losing steam
Hitting rock bottom
An explosion of debris
Silently chill
Nothing is said
Using 3R to fool
Only the ungrateful will listen
Believing it is true
But reality bites
They can only cry
The comet of green
Without harping on 3R
There is nothing
A hollow ring
Echo of bad faith
Now a loss
Nothing to say
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