Blanket of the earth
Paddingof the earth
Are you wearing away?
Users thread-baring you?
Overcoat of the earth
Mac of our dear earth
Are you rendered shabby?
Users over-washing you?
This ship was born with a hat
Give it not a single stand
The Architect fitted a ceiling
Never you ever pluck this fur
It is in sooth a sacred mat
Better if level you kept it
They aren't rodents behind it
Yet pride won'tletsee sense
They'd rather see alldoomed
Than let crown belong to foes
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