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If the trees in the forest ceased to grow,
If the rooster in the yard ceased to crow,
If the stars in the heaven ceased to glow,
And in the winter there was no snow.
The immortal wonder of nature
Ended by the rampant will of man,
This unholy brash erasure
Will ruin all life in the land.
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