Some say the world will soon expire
Some say that would be nice
From what I've tasted of men's ire
I hold all those who still prespire
Whose flame for life is still a fire
Survive and thrive in green attire
Gaia return with ice, conserve who conspire
Hope enough, love not too late
Earth and man return to great
Wood, Peace, suffice
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