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Timber, timber, standing tall
When in fury fires roar
Flames to ashen death, in lust
Dance on empty walls
As ashes in the raving wind
Step aside to watch
Do the dying embers know
The tree they used to be?
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The falling rain
Looks forward to
A dusty path to flow
While rocks and trees
And homeless birds
Sing the green to be
But gray skies weep
In bitter tears
And hug the scorching sun
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From ancient blue the ocean comes
Fishes on the side
To sail, the darkest winds you seek
To dive, you chase the blue
Colors running from the sun
Night without a clue
And whales who sing to whalers
As Earth is put to sleep