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I'm being weighted down,
with all the things that I see.
I don't know why,
this is happening to me.
There is no meaning,
for the word free.
Why did the spirit's choose me?
I hear the rain forests crying.
Right before my eyes,
I see my world dying.
Where is life for us without
our environment?
There is no truth to any federal
government.
I'm being weighted down,
with the poet's lament.
They say that space is the final frontier.
That won't be any good,
if mother earth is no longer here.
I wait for the day that I can see
the oceans smile again.
For me, this lament, has no beginning,
the poet's lament has no end.
When it's time for my circle to close.
I'll return to the wind.
It will be time for a new life to begin.
But only to carry the poet's lament
once again.
Always to have a new beginning,
but there will never be an end.
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