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I speak of a world that is full of pain,
Of much pollution and acid rain.
Some rivers will never flow again.

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I think of a world where the motor cars
Leave on our planet such ugly scars,
And burning forests are seen from the stars.

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I cry for the world where the wild rose blooms.
We're killing it now with monoxide fumes
And shrouding our cities with cloud and gloom.

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Remember the air that was fresh and clear?
Pollution is killing it now I fear
And it's too late to shed just a pitiful tear.

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Think of the summers - the floods and the rains.
Think of the winds that rip over plains
And starvation that follows the loss of grain.

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We live in a world where man's uncaring greed,
Though faced with reality, takes little heed.
He thinks only of now, his immediate need.

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Our world can be saved by both me and you.
Everyone knows what we ought to do,
So don't leave it all to the regular few.

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