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Here lies this mother On a forgotten bed Here lies a lover That we all once had We cut her lungs to build We use the land unfair We are king of her world While painting the air We feast on her living We drive on her dead We take without giving We take without regret Here lies this mother Sick of us, till her death Her fever grows hotter Time wil take, her final breath
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Mother earth
Here lies this mother On a forgotten bed Here lies a lover That we all once had We cut her lungs to build We use the land unfair We are king of her world While painting the air We feast on her living We drive on her dead We take without giving We take without regret Here lies this mother Sick of us, till her death Her fever grows hotter Time wil take, her final breath
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
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