Conservaion
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Daily I could hear the noise from outside
Chanting and calling out
Until one day they came
At first I was afraid
From the crashing and blacked out faces
Yet they broke me free
Held me tight
If I had the degree
I would create a habitat for all to see
Great, large forest full of life,
Roaming prairies to run through with your wife!
It will truly be a land for you and me.
But do not forget
