Oh How much more of light makes man's eyes see,
Thy mother nature harmed by just thy selves
Auld ocean once was clean, messed up by thee
The trees decreased to make sofas and shelves ...
Distrustful of the Gentian-
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy-
Weary for my-----
I will singing go-
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