She rounded
Of the sun
Beutiful and graceful,
With large oceans
Produced all beings
Wth mountains and rivers;
But when the humans came
Polluted the air
Dug holes on her body
For fuel and metals
We wonder what will be
The outcomw
With the climate change
We have five billion
Years before
She become one
With the sun.
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