Why is it that fingers are alike to milk

My fingers are bleeding
they are faling apart
they are sippiring away and get flushed away
by the river of betrayal thats coulerd in green.

Green, the couler of envy,
and envy itself can't explain why that is so
neither can it explain
the envy I feel for her.

She is the one
that always is on your mind
she is the one who has caputered your heart
and you is also the one who has caputerd mine.

Why is it so?
how come that I feel for you as you feel for her
why is it so that you don't see the feelings I have
is it beccouse all the letters that I have written to you
but never dared to sent
and how come that milk comes from cows and not from hens

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