Seldom we praise its beauty,
The mountains, the shores and greens;
We become amazed always,
Understanding its balance of purity;
Still we disturb its wonderful family,
Of animals, trees and waters;
It always has been providing for us,
Yet we keep snatching always;
The peace is gone, the calm has gone wild,
And we keep our heads high.
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