Once I was alive
Alive like a leaf
Living now as leaving
leaving where I never
CO2 becomes O2
By my green factory.
I live in the world new
Where I never know anything
I can not transform
I can not transform
That I am no more
Dried leaves are the memories
And the fossils to the generation next
Suffocation, suffocation and suffocation
To living dead.
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