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“…We are the caretakers of Mother Nature and she is holding out her hand, waiting for us to stand by her side and fight the rising tide of Unlove…”
“…So step over the divide and connect the dotted line, we’re all just points waiting to combine…”
“…We’re washed by her tears, as she drinks up our years and we grow like her hair she cuts and returns us to air…”
“…Too little too late let’s not make the same mistakes or we’ll be floating in outter space looking for another home…”
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