The Earth Is Dying
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There is an ill feelIng
Hiding in my Stomach
Every Day
Eating awaY
At the inner lining of my beIng
bRight aNd earlyTogether we’ll be Gone
There is an ill feelIng
Hiding in my Stomach
Every Day
Eating awaY
At the inner lining of my beIng
bRight aNd earlyTogether we’ll be Gone