One night, in the dead of night,
a girl opened the door for you.
You were standing
there all disheveled,
Arrogant and drunk.
And he said: "I hate you,
I hate you for being
too submissive girl,
Like grass in
a meadow in the winds."
Now I know what you love,
And I remember how
much I loved you.
I loved you for your
girlish submission,
For the pure devotion
in your eyes.
But now I hate
you for the same thing,
For what I once loved.
So the meadow grass is not spared,
they walk right on the grass,
not sparing.
You are a meadow
flower Girl for me,
A meadow grass girl forever.
You're a girl
who won't be different.
Now I realize that
I love rose thorns
for the resistance
I want to overcome.
Meadow grass is not spared
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