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smile,

and flowers will bloom

touch the earth with your love,

and trees will sprout where you lay

breathe,

and fire will erupt

from the earth's very core

stop being afraid to die

fall in love with wanting to live

think of what you could give this earth,

and not what you'll be when you're gone

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