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Sun cannot discolor them, Who color our land; Many

Sun cannot discolor them, Who color our land; Many easily baffle in its ignis,but They blend its ray in soil and sand. All breaths rely on Till the last breaths of them. Pain of theirs for us is no pain, For we lost those views During the race of gain. They are trees and brooks, For being on the verge of extinct Due to the artificial troops. Gutter is of their other name, For both accept all our trashes,and Exist beneath the civil realm.
Sun cannot discolor them, Who color our land; Many easily baffle in its ignis,but They blend its ray in soil and sand. All breaths rely on Till the last breaths of them. Pain of theirs for us is no pain, For we lost those views During the race of gain. They are trees and brooks, For being on the verge of extinct Due to the artificial troops. Gutter is of their other name, For both accept all our trashes,and Exist beneath the civil realm.
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Raushan Shridhar

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