Because of....
Because of the sunsets, it must rise
Because of the seasons' flowers may die
Because of the moon, the waves still crash
Because of the rocks mountains will last
Because of the teachers, the students will learn
Because of the fire warmth will burn
And because of you, my dear child; I must now say:
Because of you, I have learned to love the natural way.
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