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...the weather, Floating through life as light as a feather, Perhaps green and red and pink will show soon, Or perhaps I'll see more of sun than the moon, Either way I'm sure it'll be fine, Trodging along on the brutal grapevine, There's roadkill there, not a soul can see, Wreckless abandon, that's my decree, When the old world meets new, great problems arise, The new world's concerns over nature's ...

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