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Release your scream before it's too late, |
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Forest and river are crying for help. |
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You will have nothing when the end comes, |
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Think what you will leave to your sons. |
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The sun will not rise, |
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The breath will fade out, |
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And the sky will lack stars. |
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Calling out, while blood's falling down |
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Calling out, this could be the last chance |
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Did you think that there would be no home? |
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No place to live, no place to go. |
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Nowhere to hide of a merciless death, |
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Killing the earth will be your grave. |
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I only ask you to look at your children's eyes |
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And restate what you want for them. |
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Calling out, while blood's falling down |
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Calling out, this could be the last chance |