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Monday 30 March 2015
Land
We sing a song
We read a rhyme
It’s not too long
Before the crime
The land is burning
The rivers are dry
The sky is turning
Just ask yourself why
No place to turn
No place to hide
You’ll either burn
Or miss the tide
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