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the wind, it calls to me
telling me that i should leave
go and dance among the trees
who sway so freely in the breeze
i miss the innocence mankind once had
content to lie and bask in the sun
they should have left the natives be
maybe they could have learned something
thanks to the wit and genius of man
the earth is slowly dying
and i can feel her suffering
making my soul bleed painfully
i wish that i could show everyone
what its like to feel the love
flowing through their fingertips
maybe in another lifetime