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Ivory

Every day I try to make it last

With my pride we try not to get cut off

When hunters come we have to run real fast

We know it's time to run when we hear coughs



We're elephants and this is how we live

Our tusks are made of ivory for Gods

But the man wants us to willingly give

Camera's we hear because of the tripod



Our heard likes to drink lots of rainwater

But when that's polluted we have no choice

What they want to do is come and slaughter

It seems the man does not give us a voice



If man did not kill us for our ivory

They have to stop doing this foolery





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