Song: Green-Eyed Girl.

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For some folks it's a mission,
And for some folks, it's a quest,
It's a calling, it's a purpose,
It's a never-ending test,

But I didn't choose the boundless black
For anything so fine.
I did it for the love of a green-eyed girl,
And hoped to make her mine --

        So do me a favor, if you'd be so kind,
        Give a Browncoat fool a little peace of mind,
        Tell the folks I left that I've met my end
        And I'm never coming home.
        It's a little false, it's a little true,
        Because the foolish man they thought they knew
        Found a fate he didn't quite intend,
        And it seems I'm bound to roam.

So I found myself a partner
On a motley spacer crew,
And my green-eyed girl spread starlight
On the things I thought I knew,

Though I didn't choose the boundless black
For noble goals or plans,
I was flyin' in the hands of my green-eyed girl,
And I sailed a happy man --

So do me a favor, if you'd be so kind,
        Give a Browncoat fool a little peace of mind,
        Tell the folks I left that I've met my end
        And I'm never coming home.
        It's a little false, it's a little true,
        Because the foolish man they thought they knew
        Found a fate he didn't quite intend,
        And it seems I'm bound to roam.

Guess it's true that pride is foolish,
Guess it's true that fate plays games,
We believed that we'd be legends --
No one ever knew our names,

And I didn't choose the boundless black,
But I guess it's chosen me,
And my heart's grave lies with a green-eyed girl,
Who'll never let me be --

So do me a favor, if you'd be so kind,
        Give a Browncoat fool a little peace of mind,
        Tell the folks I left that I've met my end
        And I'm never coming home.
        It's a little false, it's a little true,
        Because the foolish man they thought they knew
        Found a fate he didn't quite intend,
        And it seems I'm bound to roam.

Oh, do me a favor, if you'd be so kind,
Give a Browncoat fool a little peace of mind,
Tell the folks I left that I've met my end
And I'm never coming home.
It's a little false, it's a little true,
Because the foolish man they thought they knew
Found a fate he didn't quite intend,
And it seems I'm bound to roam.

My green-eyed girl's not coming home.

(Originally written for djonn, as an Iron Poet entry.)