Snow-capped mountains atop emerald green plains

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Deep blue waters weave through without discrimination

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The never sleeping city takes a drag, something coughs in pain

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Snow melts somewhere in the world, must be my imagination

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A robin flaps its wings, through the air, without aim

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A silent garden it lands in, to behold the white carnations

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The city grows and grows and grows without realize of drain

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To flap and flap and flap again the, poor robin felt no such sensation

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What does it take for man to realize the wrong it has committed?

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Must God face pain after pain after pain before we are to admit it?

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To constantly take without much remorse

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To accept our wrongs and reverse our sin should not take this much discourse

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Our Lord, our savior, the holy spirit is struck with melancholy

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We as humans, must repent, for this earth, is The Body