My son..
open your eyes and see..
lavish the beauty that will last..
the cystral clear water..
the breath of fresh air..
My son..
there are enemy of the beauty..
the one that kills it softly..
they drop poison onto it..
kiling the beauty softly..
My son..
the enemy are every where
they hide in oneself..
like a devil that sneak slowly..
they throw..they steal..they spill..
they kill the beauty..
My son..
beauty is hurt..
beauty is dying..
let us help her..
by stopping the enemy..
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