Listen children...

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In this deserted field, 

Together let us plant trees,

 so that they may yield,

 The fruit of hope my dears.

To every living creature, 

Great kindness let us show,

 See the river capture,

 Its pure silver flow.

 My children let us use, 

New sources of energy,

 and let us take muse,

 in this calm, new journey.

See Earth regain power,

 After chaos,destruction,

 and see every flower,

 prosper in perfection.

Do as your Mother bids,

 The mother of all nature,

 and let us get rid,

 Earth from war and torture.

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