Views upon where people roamed
Before fast cars and big dumb homes Open land so hard to find We pull the earth straight out of mines Is it beautiful or is it sour? This human will, to devour Things we want but do not need Funded by paper at full speed Fuck exploring outer space What I want, this gorgeous place Land with creatures hardly seen In big cities where buildings gleam It still exists and I reside Along the mountains stretching wide I refuse to leave this charming land Here I am small, a grain of sand A grain in this massive universe A grain avoiding the human curse
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