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Nature
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Nature is a thing to cherrish. I hope it will never perish. For your sunrise is a beautifel sight, and to me a delight. But evil falls on you like a blight. It's the little things that drive me in life. Like the sight of some beautifel wildlife. And the freshness after the rain. That brings me afoot again. Nature brings me those gifts,  like the streaming water from cliffs. That have you trapped like cuffs. For it's beauty is irresisteble. That makes evil look feeble.