The pollen’s so thick
The air has gone green
With pills locked and loaded
I still have to sneeze
There is no escape
From this chemical warfare
The trees have unleashed
In their seasonal snare
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The pollen’s so thick
The air has gone green
With pills locked and loaded
I still have to sneeze
There is no escape
From this chemical warfare
The trees have unleashed
In their seasonal snare