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The sun shines on the treetops making them gleam Like a distant dream Through the valley runs a straight black creek Like the raven's beak The fields are brown but the sky is blue The blood of mankind is cold It was inevitable but all that we knew Was the lifestyle of ours and of days of old ------------------------------------------------- Tänk på miljön eller dö
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