Generations
Growing up isn't hard
Even though the enviornment is screwed
Never give up hope
Even if the trees start to mope
Reaching, screatching tyre car
Are like a rocket death star
The future may seem great inside
In other tearms people could fly
Orange coulor atmosphere
Never think like having fun
Save the enviornment for years to come
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