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Earth’s Stretch Marks

Let’s sing a song…
About the drain so long
Miseries in cloak, so wrong

Souls in black of pain
Earth, dry no harvest to gain
Let’s sing aloud, not in vain.

Our butter has turn sour
Moon’s shedding tears this hour
We can’t survive later than four

Hunger’s a bane, we do not need
It’s pang grab off our feed
Come, rain now! Wails in need

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