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Feb 2020
A beautiful thing we experience everyday.
It can take down a plane.
It capsizes a ship.
It can bring major pain.
Why oh Why is it like this,
Why oh, this is not my bliss, bliss.

It makes everything living.
The Romans and Greeks gave it a name.
It is important to us all.
But we do not give it the blame.
Why oh Why do we do this,
Why oh, this is not my bliss, bliss.

They blame it on the people.
They say we are causing all of it.
We may be causing some but not all.
We should not submit.
Why oh Why do we do this,
Why oh, this is not my bliss, bliss.
Ethan
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