I often marvel your Blissful sights
Ponder ‘bout your quiescent lights
To feel the music as one like breeze
To return the rhythm then pain will cease.
Yet I don’t understand
Why does man destroy this Awe
Oh, please end this pain
To our dear nature, see it cries like rain!
I stand sick beside still waters
Hoping thee would not cause more
Heaving treasures will cause you treasures
Cause nature poison then you’ll be poisoned
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