The high trees of new jungle
All made black and grey
Have no breath no shine
Lost is all gay
Happiness is hard to find
Among the silent crowd
No matter hiw hard you try
You would be alone to cry
The green leaves is all that matters
No one cares if your dreams shatters
The himanity has vanished in fog of modern times
No one will be bother to give you a helping hand or even a smile
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