The rainforest of Amazon is burning...
Haven't you heard the crying...?
O don't know how many souls are sold
And where to stop greddy game of cash cold?
The lungs are burning without a DOT
And now you are smoking a lot...
Enjoy enjoy how much more you can
Your lost lungs really infuriate the Pan.
O how beautiful she was, the little rabbit
Only remain the burning ashes bright...
O man please taste the boiled flesh
Crocodile himself invites for your bless!
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