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A thick white cloud across the sky,
    Our land it seems to span -
And yet it covers not the deeds
     That man bestows on man.

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Below, some upward branches stretch
    Black fingers to the sky,
But human hate between mankind
    They simply can’t deny.

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They throw their shadows in the lake
     Which quiver in the breeze.
It seems to them that warring man
    Nothing can appease.

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Our lives upon this earth are short
     And yet we cry for war.
What causes these bad wars to start?
      The same thing, I am sure:  

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Imposing rules that make no sense;
    Constraint, repression, fear.
They’re not ingredients of love 
     Of that I’m very clear.    

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The years roll in, the years roll out,
    But does it not seem strange,
That though this world evolves and grows,
     We humans never change?

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