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The sun, the trees, a summer breeze
A look, a glance, a single chance
A chance, a hope, but we say nope
Well save our earth tomorrow

Tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes
But still a toxic breeze blows
The rivers polluted, the animals done
A chance for hope just wasted
GONE!





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