Fro and nevermore

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Let the roses grow and be,

Oh let those who come to me

Bear witness of thy greatness,

Revel in eternal bliss.

Can’t they feel this bright warm light,

Feel its caress on their skin?

Can’t they for once act akin?

And stop those perpetual fights?

Nowadays and evermore

On our land and on our shore

They come, they go, they follow,

They live, they die, but don’t grow.

Nature is like a temple,

Full of sounds and sights to see,

Floating smells and tastes aussi

That men hack, burn and trample.

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