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  1. As I look around the world in view

    I see trouble and turmoil and nothing new

    A trouble we gave to ourselves as a gift

    Now trouble seems a burdon to lift

    Our hands so full theres room for nothing else

    The things that should mean most are dusty, on a shelf

    No one seems to look beyond their own fence

    If we all looked further it might start to make sense

    Our world around us is crumbling down

    The most response you might get is a partial frown

    But we have chose this path and left everything to chance

    All we have done is left our children in a vulnerable stance

    I wish we could correct what we have done wrong

    But Earth is already headed for a last violent song

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