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In the quiet of the night I can hear the earth,

It speaks to me of ages, of times unremembered.

I cannot fathom the suffering of our earth.

Ignorance is my only comfort in the face of such knowledge

Under the light of the sun I can feel creation,

It fills me with warmth, with ongoing life.

i will use the power of the sun to toil for our earth.

Ignorance can protect us no longer.

The End

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